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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 
BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM  TO 


THE  LIBRARY  OF 
IINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


A  COLLECTION 


OF 


HYMN     S, 

FOR  THE  USE  OF 

rifeS 
CHRISTI 


AN 


By  ELIAS  SMltH, 

Servant  of  Jefus  Chrift. 


And  they'fung  a  new  fong,  faying,  Thou  art  worthy  <:• 
take  the  book,  and  to  open  the  feals  thereof ;  for  thou  wad 
Cain,  and  haft  redeemed  us  to  God  by  thy  blood,  out  of 
every  kindred,  and  tongue,  and  people,  and  nation  ; 

And  haft  made  us  unto  our  God  kings  and  priefls ;  and 
we  fhall  reign  on  the  earth.  Rev.  v.  9,  10. 


BOSTON: 

*FP    AND    SOLD    BY     MaNNIMG    &    LORINO; 

No.  2,  Cork  hill. 

1804- 


mm—mm*mm*m—mmmmm—mmm—mm* 

A  COLLECTION 

OF 


HYMNS. 


HYMN    I.  Longing  for  Heaven. 

i    (~\   WHEN  (hall  I  fee  Jefus, 
\^_/   And  reign  with  him  above  ; 
And  from  that  .flowing  fountain 
Drink  everlafting  love. 
When  fhall  I  be  deliver'd 
From  this  vain  world  of  fm, 
And  with  my  bleffed  Jefus, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  foldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  give  o'er  ; 
And  fince  he  has  prov'd  faithful, 
A  righteous  crown  he'il  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  foldiers 
Eternal  life  mall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 
To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jefus, 

On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 

Farewell  to  fin  and  forrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

And,  O  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  purfue«r 


(      4      ) 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 
Then  caft  your  care  on  Jefus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then  when  the  combat's  ended 
He'll  carry  you  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  difcourag'd, 
For  Jefus  is  your  friend  ; 

And  if  you  want  mere  knowledge, 
He'll  not  refufe  to  lend : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 
Tho'  oft'ner.  you  requeft  ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  take  you  home  to  reft. 

5  And  when  the  laft  loud  trumpet 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  ikies, 
And  bid  the  entomb'd  millions 
From  their  cold  beds  arife, 
Our  ranfom'd  duft,  revived, 
Bright  beauties  (hall  put  on, 
And  foar  to  the  bleft  manfion 
Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

1  Our  eyes  fhall  then  with  rapture 
The  Saviour's  face  behold  ; 
Our  feet,  no  more  diverted, 
Shall  walk  the  ftreets  of  gold  ; 
Our  ears  fhall  hear  with  tranfport 
The  holts  celeftial  fing  ; 
Our  tongues  fhall  chant  the  glories 
Of  our  immortal  King. 


(      5      ) 

HYMN    II.  Blind  Bart'tmevs. 

%    iy /TERCY,  O  thou  fon  of  David, 
XVx   Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd  ; 
Many  by  thy  grace  are  faved, 
O  wilt  thou  vouchfafe  thine  aid. 

2  For  his  crying  many  chid  him,, 

But  he  cry'd  the  louder  rtill, 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
Come,  anti-aflc  me  what  you  will. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  afk'd;  and  Jefus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  Chrift  could  give. 

4  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindnefs, 

Turn  my  darknefs  into  day  : 
Straight  he  faw,  and,  drawn  by  kindnefe, 
Follow'd  Jefus  in  the  way. 

c.   Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praifing, 
Publifhing  to  all  around  ; 
Friends,  is  not  my  cafe  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 
6  O  that  all  the  -blind  Hut  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ; 
Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  caufe  them  all  to  fee. 

HYMN    in.  The   Converted  TU 

I    C!  OVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 
i^3    To  lubdus  an  heart  of  frone, 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
n  the  hardeft  heart  will  melt> 

A2 


(      6      ) 

^  When  the  Lord  was  crucify'd, 
Two  tranfgrefTors  with  him  dyM  j 
One  with  vile  blafphemous  tongue 
ScofPd  at  Jefus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thns  he  fpent  his  wicked  breath. 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death, 
Perifh'd,  as  too  many  do, 
Wiftfa^Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  cafe  ; 
Yaith  receiv'd  to  own  his  Lord, 
Whom  the  fcribes  and  priefrs  abhorr'd. 

5  Lord,  he  pray'd,  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  (halt  be  ; 
Soon  with  me,  the  Lord  replies, 
Thou  (halt  be  in  paradife. 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  vouchfaf'd  in  time  of  need  ; 
Sinners,  truft  in  Jefus*  name, 

You  will  find  him  ftill  the  fame. 

7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  the  harden'd  thief ! 
If  the  gofpel  you  difdain, 
Chrift  to  you  has  dy'd  in  vain. 

BTMN   IV,  Redemption. 

i   f*i  OME,  friends  and  relations,  let's  join  heat$ 
V>  and  hand, 

The  voice  of  the  Turtle  is  heard  in  our  land  ; 
Let's  all  walk  together,  and  follow  the  found, 
^.nd  march  to  the  place  where  Redemption  13 
found. 


(     7      ) 

2  The  pjace  it  is  hidden,  the  place  is  conceal'd, 
No  mortal  can  know  it  until  'tis  reveaPd  ; 
The  place  is  in  Jefus,  to  Jefus  we'll  go, 

And  there  find  Redemption  from  forrow  and  wo- 

3  And   you,  my  dear  brethren,  who  love  my  dear 

Lord, 
Who've  witnefs'd  free  pardon  through   faith  in 

his  word,  M  .■-.•< 

Let  patience  attend  you  wherever  you  beJF 
Your  §aviourhaspurchas'd  Redemption  for  thee. 

4  We  read  of  commotions  and  figns  in  the  ifcies, 
The  fun  and  the  moon  fhall  be  cloth'd  in  difguife  j 
And  when  you  fhall  fee  all  thefe  tokens  appear, 
Then  lift  up  your  heads,  your  Redemption  draws 

near. 

5  Oh  then  the  Archangel  the  trumpet  fhall  found, 
And  wake   all    the  faints   that  fleep   under  the 

ground  ! 
The  found  of  the  trumpet  (hall  bid  you  arife, 
To  meet  your  Redemption  with  joy  and  furprife. 

P  And  then  loving  Jefus  our  fouls  will  receive, 
From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve  ; 
Then  we  fhall  be  perfed,  and  we  fhall  be  free, 
We'll  fing  of  Redemption  wherever  we  be. 

7  Redeemed  from  fin  and  redeemed  from  death, 
Redeem'd  from   corruption,  redeem'd  from  the 

earth, 
Redeem'd  from  damnation,  redeem'd  from  all  wo, 
We'll  fing  of  Redemption  wherever  we  go. 

8  Redeemed  from  pain  and  redeem'd  from  diftrefs, 
i  he  fruits  of  Redemption  no  tongue  can  exprek  j 
Redemption  was  purchas'd  by  Jefus'  free  love^ 
Wp'JJ  fing  of  Redemption  in  heaven  above. 


(     8     ) 

HTMN    V.      The  Tear  of  the  Redtemed. 

f    ^10  ME,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace, 
\^f    Proclaim'd  through  Jefus'  blood  ; 
The  happy  year  of  our  releafe, 
To  feal  our  peace  with  God. 

2  We  early  wander'd  from  our  God, 

In  the  dark  maze  of  fin  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeemed  i,s  come. 
To  bring  us  back  again,. 

3  We  once  could  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace. 

And  flight  a  Saviour's  charms ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

4  We  hear  the  gofpel's  joyful  found 

Proclaim  the  jubilee  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  fet  the  ranfom'd  free. 

5  Ye  aged  faints,  who  long  have  figfi'd 

To  fee  this  happy  day, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  your  tears  away. 
u  Yc  iambs  of  Chriir,  whofe  fouls  are  bound 
In  love's  eternal  chain, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
And  you  with  Chriir  mal)  reign. 
n   Ye  lovely  youth*  who  late  have  known 
The  fweets  of  pard'ning  grace, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  demands 
Your  noblefr  acls  of  praife. 
3  You  feel  your  fouls  encircled  by 
A  reconciling  God  : 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  proclaims 
Solvation  through  his  bloQd. 


(     9     ) 

}  Now  you  can  tell  a  fcoffing  world 
Their  threats  are  all  in  vain  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come. 
To  rccompenfe  your  pain. 

0  But  O,  ye  carelefs,  ChrifHefs  fouls, 

Who  fcorn  the  happy  few  ! 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  will  come, 
And  take  them  all  from  you. 

1  I   Then  will  you  mourti,  and  fay  at  iaft, 

We  did  inRruclion  hate  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  pail, 
And  now  it  is  too  late, 

2  When  Gabriel  burfls  the  vaulted  tomb, 

And  bids  the  dead  arife, 
We'li  fing  the  year  of  the  redeem'd, 

And  lift  our  joyful  eyes  ! 
[,3  We'll  ling  a  long  eternity, 

On  yonder-blifsful  more, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 

And  we  (hall  figh  no  more. 

HYMN  VI.     The  Supper. 

A  Fountain  in  Jcfus  which  runs  always  free. 
For  warning  and  cjeanfing  fuch  fmners  as  we; 
Our  fins,  though  like  crimfon,  made  white  as  the 
No  lack  in  the  fountain,  but  always  is  full,  [wool, 
All  things  now  are  ready,  he  invites  us  to  pome, 
The  fupper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son  j 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may  receive, 
A  living  forever,  if  we  will  believe. 
The  gueirs  which  were  bidden,  refufed  the  call  ; 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all 
To  be  flripp'd  of  their  honour,  and  part  with  their 

ftore, 
For  a  ieail  that  was  given  and  made  (ox  the  poor. 


(  w  ) 

4  If  they  are  not  ready  and  wifli  to  delay* 
My  houfe  fhail  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  fay  ; 
The  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the  blind, 
Shall  come  and  be  welcome,  the  Supper  is  mine. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels,  and  rings  of  rich  kind  ; 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  refm'd ; 
Redeemed  by  Jefus,  made  fieirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father,  in  glory  to  fing. 

HYMN  VII.      Grateful   Recolkaion. 

1  /~>i  OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blefling, 
V^y   Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  j 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceafing 
Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife. 

2  Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praife  the  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

3  Here  I  raife  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  grace  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleafure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jefus  fought  me  when  a  flranger, 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  fave  my  foul  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

5  O  !  to  grace,  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  foul  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  feallt. 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


(  II  ) 

H1JMN  VIII.     The  Go/pel  PcoL 

BESIDE  the  Gofpel  Pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year,  my  helplefs  foul 

Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

How  often  have  I  feen 

The  healing  waters  move, 
And  many  round  me,  ftepping  in^ 

Their  efficacy  prove. 

But  my  complaints  remain, 

I  feel  the  very  fame  ; 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear  and  pain, 

As  when  at  firft  I  came. 

O,  would  the  Lord  appear. 

My  maladies  to  heal  ; 
He  knows  how  long  I've  waited  here, 

And  what  diflfels  I  feel. 

How  often  have  I  thought, 

Why  mould  I  longer  try  ? 
Surely  the  mercies  I  have  fought, 

Are  not  for  fuch  as  I. 

But  whither  mall  I  go  I 

There  is  no  other  pool, 
Where  ftreams  of  fovereign  mercy  flow, 

To  make  a  (inner  whole. 

Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  cry, 
C*n  Jefus  hear  a  Hnner  pray, 

And  fuffer  him  to  die  I 

No,  he  is  full  of  grace  ; 

He  never  will  permit 
The  foul  that  fain  would  fee  his  face- 
To  periih  at  his  feet. 


(    n    j 

HYMN  tX.      The  Go/pel  Preacher. 

t       T  7C  7"  HAT  contradictions  meet 
V  V      In  minifters'  employ  ! 
It  is  a  bitter  fweet, 
A  forrow  full  of  joy : 
No  other  poft  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honour  and  dtfgracc. 

Who  can  defcribe  the  pain 

Which  faithful  preachers  feel  ? 

Conftrain'd  to  fpeak  in  vain, 

To  hearts  as  hard  as  (reel ; 
But  who  can  tell  the  pleafures  felt 
When  ffubborn  hearts  begin  to  melt  ? 

The  Saviour's  dying  love, 

The  foul's  amazing  worth, 

Their  utmofl  efforts  move, 

And  draw  their  bowels  forth  : 
They  pray  and  ftrive,  their  reft  departs* 
Till  Chrifr.  be  form'd  in  finners'  hearts* 

If  fome  fmall  hope  appears, 

They  ftill  are  not  content  j 

But  with  a  jealous  fear, 

They  watch  for  the  event : 
Too  oft  they  find  their  hopes  deceived, 
Then  how  their  inmoft  fouls  are  griev'd 

But  when  their  pains  fucceed, 

And  from  the  tender  blade 

The  ripening  ears  proceed, 

Their  toils  are  overpaid  : 
No  harveft  joys  can  equal  their? - 
To  find  th«  fruit  of  all  their  cawefc. 


(     *3     ) 
HYMN    X. 

*■  "VTOW  the  Saviour  frands  a  pleading 
J_\l     At  the  firmer 's  bolted  heart  ; 
Now  in  heav'n  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  (inners*  part. 

CHORUS. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 
Will  you  thruft  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  dy'd  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 
l  Now  he  pleads  his  fweat  and  bloodftted, 
Shews  his  wounded  hands  and  feet ; 
Father,  fave  them,  though  they're  blood  red, 
Raife  them  to  a  heav'nly  feat. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

3  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day. 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent,  return,  and  pray. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

4  O  be  wife  before  you  languifh 
On  the  bed  of  dying  ftrife, 
Endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  anguifh, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 
Now  he  ftands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  kindnefs,  love,  and  pity, 
Seines  around  on  you  and  me. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

6  ^vcn  now  your  hcaTts  before  hina# 
£id  the  Saviour  welcome  ht  : 


(     '4     ) 

Now  receive,  and  O  !  adore  hiiri, 
Take  a  full  difcharge  from  fin. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 
Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wifdom's  boundlefs  ftore. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

HTMN    XL       The  Bible. 

PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treafurtf 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  plealure, 
Food  and  med'eine,  ihield  and  fword  ; 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this  I  need  no  more. 
Food  to  which  the  world's  a  ffrariger, 
Here  my  hungry  foul  enjoys  ; 
Of  excels  there  is  no  danger, 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys  ; 
On  a  dying  Chrift  I  feed, 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed  i 

When  my  faith  is  faint  and  fickly.. 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  miritfj 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  med'eines  here  I  find'; 
To  the  promifes  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 
In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation,. 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 
For  the  word  of  confolr.ti on 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  fhield  ; 
While  the  fcripture  truth  is  furs* 
Fiom  his  malice  I'm  fecure. 


; 


( ;*$  ) 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  fv/ord  ; 
Then  with  e?fe  J  drive  him  From  me, 
Satan  trembles  at  the  word  ; 

'Tis  a  fword  tor  conquelt  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  itrong  the  blade. 

6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miler, 
Doating  on  his  golden  itore  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  ihouid  be  wifer, 
I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor  ; 
Jefus  gives  me  in  his  word, 

Food  una  med'eine,  fhield  and  fv/ord. 

KTMN    XII.        The  Jubilee, 

i    TT7HAT  heavenly  rrufic  do  I  hear  I 
V  V       Salvation  founding  free, 
Ye  iouls  io  Lo nd age,  lend  an  tcr, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  fweetly  doth  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round  from  fea  to  fea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole  j 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  nows,  good  news  to  Adam's  race  ; 

Let  Chriitians  all  agree, 
To  fing  redeeming  love  and  grace  ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  'the  gofpel  founds  a  fweet  releafe, 

To  aii  in  mifcry, 
And  bid:  them  welcome  on  to  peace  ; 

This  is  the  Jubliee. 
ir.ners,  be  wife,  return,  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Sp:rit  bids  you  welcome  on  ; 

This  is  the  Jubilee. 


(     i«     ) 

6  Jefus  is  on  the  mercy  feat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praife  repeat. 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

f  O  all  who  dwell  in  foreign  lands. 
In  want  and  poverty  ; 
Return  and  come  to  Canaan's  land; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

8  Come  ye  redeem'd,  your  tribute  bring, 
With  fongs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan,  fing 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


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HTMN     XIII.       Saul's  Armour. 
HEN  firft  my  foyl  enlifted, 


My  Saviour's  foes  to  fight  \ 
Miftaken  friends  infilled 
I  was  not  arm'd  aright ; 
3o  Saul  dcclar'd  to  David 
He  certainly  would  fail ; 
Nor  could  his  life  be  faved 
Without  a  coat  of  mail. 
But  David,  though  he  yielded 
To  put  the  armour  on, 
Soon  found  he  could  not  wield  %, 
And  ventur'd  forth  with  none. 
With  only  fling  and  pebble, 
He  fought  the  fight  of  faith  ; 
The  weapons  feem'd  but  feeble  ; 
But  prov'd  Goliath's  death. 
Had  I  by  him  been  guided, 
And  quickly  thrown  away 
The  armour  men  provided, 
I  might  have  gain'd  the  day  j 


(     '7     ) 

But  arm'd  as  they  advis'd  me, 
My  expectations  fail'd  ; 
My  enemy  furpris'd  me, 
And  had  almoft  prevail'd. 

4  FurrifiVd  with  books  and  notions, 
Ami  arguments  and  pride  ; 

1  piaclis'd  all  my  motions, 
Ami  Satan's  power  deiy'd  ; 
But  foon  perceiv'd  with  trouble 
That  theie  wouid  Jo  no  good  ; 
Iron  to  them  is  ftubblt, 
And  bfais  but  rotten  wood. 

5  I  uiumph'd  at  a  diftance 
While  he  w^s  out  of  fight ; 
But  uir.t  was  my  refiftaoc^ 
When  iore'd  to  join  in  iight  ; 
He  broke  my  iwo;d  in  fhivers, 
And  pi-re'd  my  boalTed  fr.ield, 
Laugh'd  at  my  vain  endeavours, 
And  drove  me  from  the  field. 

6  Satan  will  not  be  braved 
By  fuch  a  worm  as  I  : 

J  hen  let  me  learn  with  D^vic, 
To  truft  in  the  Moil  High  ; 
To  plead  the  name  of  JdTus, 
And  ufe  the  fiing  of  piay'r  ; 
Thus  arni'd,  when  Satan  fees  us 
rie'l)  tremble  and  defpair. 

BTMN   XIV.      The  good  Phy/m* 

1  ^!Jf  ^^r  i°ft  was  my conc 

JtjL    J-*  III  }-:fuG  made  me  whole  ! 
c  i:  bit  o  ;e  Phyfician 
In-Kckfoui! 
■£■* 


(    is    ) 

Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  fnatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
His  wondrous  power  to  fave. 

2  The  worft  of  all  difeafes     m 
Is  light  compar'd  to  fin  j 
On  ev'ry  part  it  feizes, 
But  rages  mod  within  ; 
'Tis  palfy,  plague  and  fever, 
And  madnefs,  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  leaft  relief  can  find, 

3  From  men  great  fkill  profiling, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 

But  this  prov'd  more  difrrefling, 
And  added  to  my  pain  : 
Some  faid  that  nothing  aiPd  me, 
Some  gave  me  up  for  loft  ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  crofs'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Phyfician, 
How  matchlefs  is  his  grace  1 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  cafe ; 
Firft  gave  me  light  to  view  him, 
For  fin  my  eyes  had  feal'd  ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him.  i 
I  lopk'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

c  A  dying,  rifen  Jefus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith  ;  • 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
i\ud  faves  the  foul  from  death  ; 


(     >9     ) 

Come  then  to  this  Phyfician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
1  Tis  only — look  and  live. 

HYMN  XV.         Recruiting  Orders. 

CHRIST  is  fet  on  Zion's  hill, 
He  receiveth  finners  ftill ; 
Who  will  ferve  this  blefTed  King, 
Come,  enlift,  and  with  me  fing  ; 

I  his  foldier  fure  will  be, 

Happy  in  eternity. 
I  by  faith  enlifled  am, 
In  the  fervice  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Prefent  pay  I  now  receive, 
Future  happinefs  he'll  give. 

I  his  foldier,  &c. 
Zion's  King  my  Captain  is, 
Conqueft  I  mall  never  mifs  ; 
Let  the  fiends  of  hell  engage, 
Fret  and  foam,  and  roar  and  rage, 

I  his  foldier,  &c. 
Let  the  world  their  forces  join, 
W^th  the  fiends  of  hell  combine  ; 
Greater  is  ray  King  than  they, 
Threugh  him  I  mail  win  the  day, 

I  his  foldier,  &c. 
Wicked  men  I  fcorn  to  fear, 
Though  they  perfecute  me  here  ; 
True,  they  may  the  body  kill, 
Bat  my  King's  on  Zion's  hill* 

I  his  foldier,  &c. 

What  a  Captain  have  I  got-* 
Is  co:  mine  a  happy  lot  I 


(  p  ) 

Hear,  ye  worldlings,  hear  my  fang, 
This  the  language  of  my  tongue, 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

7  When  this  life's  (hort  fpace  is  o'er, 
I  (hall  live,  to  die  no  more ; 
Therefore  wiii  i  take  the  fvvord, 
right  tor  jefus  Chrift  my  Lord. 

I  his  ioldier,  &c. 

8  Come,  ye  worldlings,  come,  enlift, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Jefus  Chrift  ; 
Whofoever  will  may  come, 

Jefus  Chrifr  refufeth  none. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

9  Jefus  is  my  Captain*s  name, 
Now  as  yeiterday  the  fame  ; 
In  his  name  I  notice  give, 
All  who  come  he  will  receive. 

I  his  Ioldier,  &c. 

10  Be  perfuaded,  take  his  pay, 
All  your  tins  he'll  wnfh  aw,<y  ; 
Now  in  Jefus '  name  believe, 
Future  happinefs  he'li  give. 

Yes,  in  heaven  you  iurj  fhall  be, 
Praifing  God  eternally. 

HTMN     XVI.  Strength  from  Heaven. 

I    T}  Y  whom  was  David  taught 
JT)    To  aim  the  dreadful  bio.v, 
Wiien  he  Goliath  Fought, 
And  I *i x  1  the  Gitti.te  low  ?— 
No  fwerd  o:  fpe*r  the  tripling  took* 
But  chole  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

|  'Twas  Iliad's  God  and  King 
Who  fent  him  to  the  fight, 


(     M     ) 

Who  gave  him  ftrength  to  fling, 
And  fkill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  faints,  your  ftrength  endures, 
Becaufe  young  David's  God  is  yout's. 

Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  itorm  th'  invader's  camp, 

With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 

The.  trumpets  made  his  comings  kuowji, 

And  all  the  hoft  was  overthrown. 

Oh  I   I  have  feen  the  day, 

When  with  a  fmgle  word, 

God  helping  me  to  fay, 

My  truft  is  in  the  Lord, 

My  foul  has  quelPd  a  thoufand  foes, 

Fearlefs  of  all  that  could  oppofe.' 

But  unbelief,  feif-will, 

Seifrighteoufnefs  and  pride, 

How  often  do  they  (real 

My  weapon  from  my  fide  ! 

Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend, 

Will  help  his  fervant  to  the  end. 

HYMN  XVII. 

STOP,  poor  fmner,  flop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go — 
Will  you  fport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlafting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide  ! 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
So  on  to  flop  your  fport  and  pride, 
And  fink  you  with  the  damn'd. 


( ft*  ) 

0  le  evifca'ed  notv  to  flop, 

For  unlefs  you  <zva>rhij  tafat* 
Err  you  are  aware  you'//  drop 
Into  thi.  burniv,<y  take. 
Crpflly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  dra£  you  to  the  bar  ; 
Then  *o  hear  your  awful  docnj 

Will  fill  vou  with  deipair  : 
All  your  fins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  oi  bloody  crirojon  dye, 

Bsck  lor  vengeance  ciying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  • 

0  bl[  mutated)  £>V, 

Say,  have  yea  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppoie  ! 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod. 

With  which  he  breaks  ius  foes  ? 
Can  you  hand  in  that  gieat  day, 

When  he  judgment  lhall  proclaim  j 
"When  the  e«rth  fii.ill  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 
0  be  entreaiedy  or. 

Though  your  hearts  yre  msde  of  Aone, 

V our  rordieao.;  lin'd  with  brafs  ; 
God  at  length  win  hia&e  you  feel, 

He  wdLnqi  let  you  pais  : 
Sinners  tiien  in  yarn  will  call, 

(  i  hough  they  now  defpife  his  grace  ;) 
Kocks  and  mountains,  on  us  fall, 

rind  hide  us  horn  his  face. 
Q  be  entreated-,  Uc, 
Bui  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

iriiat you  may  mercy  know; 
Though  his  arm  is  jilted  up, 

lie  {till  lorbears  the  blow  : 


(     H     ) 

It  was  fur  finners  J'efts  <iyY, 

Singer?  h  ?  invites  to  come  ; 
None  who  come  lhali  be  deny'd  ; 
He  lavs  there  yet  is  room. 
0  be  entreated,  <3c. 

HYMN    XVUI.     iapiifm. 

,r~?P  ^  Jclus  c*°1'1  ^ve' 

X      The  witneGj  we  nave, 

When  buried  with  him  in  tire  watery  grave. 

And  when  we  ariie, 

We  lift  up  our  eyes, 

And  view  with  iinazement,  the  opening  flcies. 

Jehovah  comes  down 

The  precept  to  own, 

And  doth  with  his  prefence  the  o-dinance  crown. 

And  fweetly  we  prove, 

By  whifpers  of  love, 

That  we  toon  fhall  meet  in  the  regions  above. 

,     HYMN     X.X.      Immcrfwn. 
r  |  ^  H  U S  was  tlie  great  Redeemer  plunged, 

JL      In  Jordan's  i\veJhng  flood, 
To  ihew  he  muit  loon  be  bapti_fd, 

In  teats,  and  iweat,  and  bJood. 
Thus  was  his  ficred  bodv  laid,     ' 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 
Thus  was  h;s  iacred  body  rais'd 

Cut  of  the  liquid  grave. 
Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 

In  thy  own  footiteps  tread  ; 
Would  die,  be  bunea,  rife  with  thee, 

Cur  ever- living  head. 


(     *4     ) 

HTMN  XX. 

A  praSlcal  Improvement  of  Bajftifm. 

ATTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God  ; 
Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear, 
For  accents  fo  divine  as  thefe, 

Might  charm  the  dulleft  ear. 
BaptizM  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  fouls  to  fin  muft  die  ; 
With  Chrift  your  Lord  we  live  anew, 

With  Chrift  afcend  on  high. 
There  by  his  Father's  fide  he  fits* 

Enthron'd  divinely  fair  ; 
Yet  owns  himfelf  your  brother  ftill, 

And  your  forerunner  there. 
Rife  from  thefe  earthly  trifles,  rife 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above  your  choiceft  treafure  lies, 

And  be  your  hearts  above. 

HTMN    XXI. 
The  PraSicc  of  Ancient  Chrlftians* 

NEVER  does  truth  more  mine 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  light. 

Than  when  the  fcriptures  join 

To  prove  it  plain  and  right ; 
Than  when  each  text  doth  each  explain* 
And  all  unite  to  fpeak  the  fame. 

Thus  Peter  who  obey'd 

What  Jefus  faid,  was  wife, 

And  preach'd  as  he  was  led, 

Repent,  and  be  baptized ; 
Thus  Philip  did  t'  the  Eunuch  fay, 
If  you  believe  ia  Chrift  y«m  may. 


(   «s   ) 

P.iul  preach'd  the  v/ord  of  grace, 
Whole  houfehoids  did  believe, 
And  were  baptiz'd  to  Chrift, 
Whofe  gofpel  they'd  receiv'd  ; 

Thus  Chriftians  were  of  ancient  date. 

As  facred  hiirory  does  relate. 
"We  fee  'tis  no  new  thing, 
To  teach,  and  then  baptize  ; 
So  Chriftians  firfl:  began, 
Chrift's  ordinance  to  prize  ; 

This  makes  us  cheerfully  obey, 

And  go  as  they  have  led  the  way. 

HTMN    XXII. 
To  be  Jung  at  the  Lord's  Supper. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  mod:  of  all  admire  that  I 

Should  find  a  welcome  place  : 
I,  who  was  all  defil'd  with  fin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
I,  who  have  crucify'd  his  Son, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood. 
What  ftrange  furprifing  grace  is  this, 

That  fuch  a  foul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 

My  Jefus  bids  me  come. 
Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feaft  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  dy'd, 

And  rofe  and  triurnph'd  too. 
With  humble  faith,  and  bleeding  hearts, 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  j 
C 


{      26     ) 

Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had; 
What  will  it  be  above  ? 
8  Ye  faints  below,  and  hofts  of  heav'ri; 
Join  all  your  praifmg  pow'rs  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  Jove, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
7  Had  I  ten  thoufand  hearts,  dear  Lord* 
IMgive  them  all  to  thee  j 
Had  I  ten  thoufand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

HTMN  XXIII.       Invitation  to  follow  the  Lamb* 
1   TTtJMBLE  fouls,  who  feekfalvation, 
X  JL    Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Wear  the  voice  of  revelation* 

Tre*d  the  path  which  Jefus  trod. 
Flee  to  him  your  Only  Saviour, 
In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour, 
Own  him  as  your  fovereign  guide* 
*  Hear  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  call  you, 
Lifteh  to  his  gracious  voice ; 
Dread  no  ills  thac  can  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice; 
Jefus  fays,  Let  each  beliejeer 
Be  baptized  in  my  name  j 
He  himfelf  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immers'd  beneath  the  dream, 
f  Plainly  here  his  footfteps  tracing,  * 

Follow  him  without  delay  ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  !   your  Captain  leads  the  way. 
View  the  rite  with  under/landing, 

Jefus'  grave  before  you  lies  ; 
Be  interred  at  his  commanding, 
After  his  example,  rife,  # 


(      27      ) 

HTMN  XXIV.     Shouting  God's  Praife, 
i    f^\  GOD,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
V_^    That  I  may  in  thy  holy  nai 
Aloud  in  fongs  of  praife  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raiie  my  voice  r 
Then  will  I  fhout,  then  will  I  ling, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring  ; 
I'll  fing  and  fliout  forevermore, 
On  that  eternal  happy  fhore. 

2  O  !   Jefus,  hope  of  glory,  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  humble  home  ? 
For  the  fiiort  remnant  of  my  days, 
I  long  to  fing  and  fhout  thy  praife. 
Lord,  give  me  now  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day — 
For  to  give  thanks  in  every  thing, 
To  fing  and  fhout,  and  fliout  and  fing, 

3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

Lord,  give  me  ftrength  to  fhout  and  pray. 
And  praife  thee  with  my  lateft  breath, 
Until  my  voice  is  loft  in  death  : 
Then  fitters,  brothers,  fhouting  come. 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  as  you  march  that  folemn  road; 
Sing  loud,  and  fhout  the  praife  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below  and  I  above. 

Will  fing  and  fhout  the  God  we  love, 

Until  that  great  and  folemn  day, 

When  Chrift  fhall  call  our  flumb'ring  clay, 

Then  from  our  dufry  beds  we'll  fpring, 

And  fhout,  O  death,  where  is  thy  fling  ? 

0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

We'll  fhout  in  vaft  eternity. 


(     zS     ) 

jPOur  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  will  the  Sovereign  of  the  fides, 
Witri  fowling  to  his  children  fay, 
Come,  reign  with  me  in  endlefs  day  : 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  more 
We'll  fing  and  fhout  forevermore  ; 
We'll  fing  and  fhout,  and  fhout  and  fing, 
And  make  all  heaven  with  praifes  ring. 

HYMN  XXV.       Paul's  Farewell. 
i   "TXT HEN  Paul  was  parted  from  his  friends, 
V  V      It  was  a  weeping  day  ; 
But  Jefus  made  them  all  amends, 
And  wip'd  their  tears  away. 
-3  Ere  long  they  meet  again  with  joy, 
(Secure  no  more  to  part) 
Where  praifes  every  tongue  employ^ 
And  pleafure  fills  each  heart. 

3  Thus  all  the  preachers  of  his  grace, 

Their  children  foon  fhall  meet  5 
Together  fee  their  Saviour's  face, 
And  worfhip  at  his  feet. 

4  But  they  who  heard  his  word  in  vain, 

Tho'  oft  and  plainly  warn'd, 
Will  tremble  when  they  meet  again 
The  miniflers  they  fcorn'd. 

5  On  your  own-heads  your  blood  will  fall, 

If  any  perifh  here  : 
The  preachers  who  have  sold  you  all, 
Shall  ftand  approv'd  and  clear. 

6  Yet,  Lord,  to  fave  themfelves  alone, 

Is  not  their  utmoft  view  ; 
Oh  !  hear  their  prayer,  their  meffage  own, 
And  fave  their  hearers  t©o. 


(      29     ) 

ffT-MN  XXVI.     Meeting  hefore  the  throne  of  God, 

1  f^i  OME  on,  my  fellow  pilgrims,  come, 
\_s   And  let  us  all  be  haft'ning  home  ; 
We  foon  mall  land  on  yon  bleft  more„ 
Where  pains  and  forrows  are  no  more  : 
There  we  our  Jefus  mall  adore, 

Forever  bleft, 

2  What  though  qur  way  19  Zion  be 
Befet  with  pain  and  poverty, 
What  though  temptations  us  afTail, 
Though  foes  increafe  and  friends  do  fail, 
The  Lord's  our  friend  we'll  cry  all  hail ! 

Forever  bleft. 

3  O  what  a  joyful  meeting,  when 
With  all  the  faints  and  righteous  men. 
And  with  the  num'rous  angels  too, 
We  (ing'the  fong  forever  new, 

And  ftill  have  Jefus  in  our  view, 

Forever  bleft. 

4  No  period  then  our  joys  fhall  know, 
Secure  from  ev'ry  mortal  foe  ; 

No  ficknefs  there,  no  want  or  pain, 
Shall  e'er  difturb  our  reft  again, 
When  with  Inimanuel  we  reign 

Forever  bleft. 

HYMN  XXVII.     0  that  I  Sere  as  in  months  pafi 

1  Q<  WEET  was  the  time  w^en  firft  I  felt 
1^   The  Saviour's  pard'ninjPblood, 
Apply'd  to  cleanfe  my  foul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praifes  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  (hades  prevailM 
His  love  was  all  my  fong 
C  2 


U   30     ) 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  fpread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  $ 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  fmiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  foul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  faw  his  glory  fhine  ;. 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 

I  call'd  each  promife  mine. 

5  Then  to  the  faints  I  often  fpoke, 

Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almoft  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  when  the  evening  {hade  prevails, 

My  foul  in  darknefs  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noife, 

For  Jefus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read,  the  promife  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  cafe. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  foul  his  prey  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  witnout.delay. 

HTMN  XXVIII.     What  think  ye  ofCbrlfl  ? 
2  "T7|THAT  think  ye  of  Ch rift  ?  is  the  teft 
VV    'To  try  both  your  (fate  and  yourfcheme  ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  reft, 
Unlefs  you  think  rightly  of  him.    ' 
As  Jefus  appears  in  your  view, 
As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  difpofed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 


(  Jl  ) 

Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  mo(i ; 

Sure  thefe  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themfeives  wretched  and  loft  : 

So  guilty,  fo  helplefs  am  I, 

I  durft  Dot  confide  in  his  blood, 

Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unlefs  I  were  fure  he  is  God. 

3   Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan  ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpofe  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  calting  his  name  in  the  fcale. 

j.  Some  ftyle  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
And  fay  he's  the  fountain  of  joys ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys  -, 

,   Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kifs, 
And  while  they  falute  him,  betray  ; 

1  Ah  !   what  will  profeilion  like  this 
Avail  in  that  terrible  day. 

If  aik'd  what  of  jefus  I  think  ? 

Though  fr.il!  my  bell:  thoughts  are  but  poor, 

I  fay  lie's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  If  rength,  and  my  (lore  ; 

My  fhepWd,  my  hufb*nd,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour,  from  fin  and  from  thrall  ; 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  *//. 


(     3*     ) 

HYMN  XXIX.     An  harvsjly  or  end  of  the  world, 

1  rnpi  HE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harveftis  near, 

X     The  angels  all  with  their  (harp  fickles  appear 

To  reap  down  the  wheat  and  gather  it  in  barns, 

*  While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left  forto  burn. 

2  Come  then,  O  my  foul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  fhall  ceafe  and  decay  ; 
When  the  trumpet  mail  found,  the  angels  appear 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and  the 

tare, 

3  But  hear  the  fad  cry  afcend  to  the  iky, 

Of  thofe  in  diftrefs  and  have  no  where  to  fly  ; 
They'll  call  for  the  rocks  and  mountains  to  fail 
On  their  naked  fouls  for  to  hide  them  withalL 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will  flee, 
The  rocks  fly  like  hailfkmes  and  fhall  no  more  be  ; 
The  earth  it  fhall  quake,  the  feas  fhall  retire, 
And  the  folid  world  then  fhall  be  all  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  Judge  in  that  dread  alarm, 
Saying,  Gather  my  faints,  bring  them  all  to  ray  arms, 
That  the  feven  laft  plagues  may  be  pourM  out  on 

thofe    • 
Who  have  blafphem/d  my  name,  and  my  faints 
have  pppos'd. 

6  Then,  O  wretched  finners,  look  up  and  efpy 
The  glorious  Redeemer  marching  down  the  fky, 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  him  down. 

7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  fentence  receive, 
No  longer  my  Spirit  fhall  ftrive  and  be  griev'd  ; 
My  fentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  juft, 
Come  hither,  ye  bleff,  but  depart,  all  ye  cur&'dv 


(     33     ) 

0  flrroers,  take  warning,  and  feck  ye  the  Lord, 

1  have  not  been  jeffing,  'tis  Jeius'  own  word, 
That  thofe  who  believe,  in  glory  mall  ftand, 
While  all  unbelievers  are  fure  to  be  daniri'd. 
Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your  w?y — 
May  the  Lord  feal  inftruftion  from  what  I  ftow 

%  *  .  ,j 

That  our  fouls  to  God's  throne  may  be  pour  a 

out  in  prayer, 
That  we  may  be  prepar'd  to  meetChrift  in  the  air. 

HYMN  XXX.      On  the  Mypry  of  Salvation. 

OWHAT    a    glorious    myilery,   wondfec, 
wonder,  wonder, 
That  I  mould  ever  faved  be  ;  wonder,  & c, 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell,  &c. 
The  love  of  God  unchangeable,  Sec, 

Great  myftery  who  can  tell  why 

That  Chrift  for  finners  e'e 

That  he  mould  leave  thgd 

And  die  for  finners  on  t! 

Great  my  fiery,  that  he  ftioul 

Hisjove  on  thofe  of  Adam's  i 

That  my  poor  foui  mould  fhare  a  part, 

And  find  a  manfion  in  his  heart. 

Great  myitery  I  do  behold, 

That  God  mould  ever  fave  afoul  ; 

And  (hatch  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell, 

The  greatnefs  of  his  love  to  tell. 

Why  was  I  not  (till  left  behind, 
Witii  thoufand  others  of  mankind  ; 
.  Who  run  the  dang'rous,  finful  race, 
And  die,  and  never  tafte  his  grace. 


(     34     ) 

6  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft. 
That  fweetly  brought  us  in  to  tafte 

Of  heavenly  manna  from  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  living  love. 

7  Not  all  the  heavenly  hoft  can  fcan, 
The  glories  of  this  noble  plan-; 
'Tis  wifdom  from  the  Father's  fkill, 
And  fo  remains  a  myftery  ftill. 

HTMN   XXXL       Union. 
I      A   TTEND,  ye  faints,  and  hear  me  tell 
JLJL  The  wonders  of  I  mmanuel ; 
Who  fav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  foul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  feel  a  blefTed  Union, 

%  At  firfr.  he  faw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  foul  in  ruin  lie  ; 
He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  faid  to  me  as  he  pafs'd  by, 

With  God  you  have  no  Union, 

3  Then  I  began  to  mourn  and  cry, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly1; 
It  griev'd  me  fore  that  I  mult  die, 
I  ftrove  falvation  for  to  buy — 

But  (till  I  had  no  Union. 

4  But  when  my  Saviour  took  me  in, 
And  with  his  blood  did  warn  me  clear^ 
'Twas  then  I  hated  every  fin  ; 

And  O  !   what  feafons  I  have  feen, 
E'er  fmce  I  felt  this  Union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day-. 
From  houfe  to  houfe  I  went  to  pray  ; 


(     35     ) 

And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way* 
I  always  had  fome  word  to  fay 

About  this  bleffed  Union* 
I  wonder  why  old  faints  don't  fing, 
And  praife  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
With  ioud  Hofannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  fouls  to  Union* 
O  come,  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  fay  ;  J 

And  mind  to  watch  as  well  as  pray  : 
Come,  bear  your  Crofs  from  day  to  day» 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  Union, 
Soon  we  mall  break  all  nature's  ties, 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  (hall  rife, 
And  fliout  falvation  through  the  ikies, 
And  gain  the  mark  and  win  the  prize, 

And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union. 
Then  ev'ry  faint  that's  here  below, 
Will  leave  thefe  climes  of  pain  and  wo  ; 
And  they  will  home  to  glory  go  ; 
And  there  they'll  hear  and  fee  and  know* 

And  feel  this  perfect  Union. 

10  There  we  the  glorious  Lamb  (hall  fee» 
Who  groan'd  arid  dy'd  upon  the  tree, 
For  fmners  fuch  as  you  and  me, 
That  we  might  his  falvation  fee, 

And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union. 

1 1  When  we  recount  life's  dangers  o'er, 
Review  the  labours  which  we  bore  ; 
And  fee  ourfelves  fafe  on  the  fliore, 
With  iove  our  Conqu'ror  we'll  adore, 

And  feel  increafing  Union*. 


(     36     ) 

12  When  countlefs  years  have  roll'd  away, 
Our  vigour  fuffering  no  decay, 

We'll  ail  as  one  with  rapture  fay, 
We  (till-  remember  Veil  the  day 

Our  fouls  firft  felt  this  Union. 

13  Reign,  glorious  Jefus,  reign  on  high, 
'Tis  thou  that  brought  us  rebels  nigh  ; 
We'll  ihout  Redemption  through  the  iky, 
And  praife  thee  to  eternity 

For  fuch  a  glorious  Union. 

1 4  The  hofts  of  heav'n  (hall  all  agree, 
In  pure.fr.  drains  of  fymphony  ; 
And  fhout,  Eternal  glory  be 

To  Three  in  One,  and  one  in  Three, 
Crying,  O  this  glorious  Union. 

HYMN  XXXII. 
At  a  Church- Meeting,  before  Experiences, 

1  "VTOW  we  are  met  in  holy  fear 
_L^     To  ne3r  tne  happy  faints  declare 
The  free  companions  of  a  God, 

The  virtues  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Jefus,  allifl  them  now  to  tell 

What  they  have  felt,  and  no<w  they  feel ; 
O  Saviour,  help  them  to  exprefs 
The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 
$  While  to  the  Church  they  freely  own 
What  for  their  fouls  the  Lord  hath  done, 
We'd  join  to  praife  Eternal  Love, 
And  heighten  all  the  joys  above. 

HTMN  XXXII I.      After  Experiences. 
1   TpvEAR  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear 
L^     Poor  iinners  fweetl.y  tell 


(     37     ) 

How  thou  art  pleas'd  to  fave  from  £n, 
From  forrow,  death  and  hell. 

Lord,  we  unite  to  praife  thy  name 

For  grace  fo  freely  giv'n  ; 
Still  may  they  keep  in  Zion's  road, 

And  dwell  at  laft  in  heav'n. 


HYMN  XXX IV.     Taking  pcrfons  into  the  Church. 

i    f^l  WITH  what  pleafure  we  behold 
V_/      Sinners  to  Canaan  move, 
Leaving  the  fleeting  things  of  earth 
For  greater  things  above. 

2  Thefe  faints  have  openly  confefs'd 

The  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
And  with  delight  the  Church  receivers 
The  lovers  of  the  Lamb. 

3  Lord,  may  they  ever  live  to  thee, 

And  grow  in  heav'nly  love  ; 
Still  may  they  fight  the  fight  of  faith, 
Till  crown'd  with  thofe  above. 

HYMN  XXXV.     The  fame. 

1  r\y  HESE  honoured  faints,  redeem'd  by  blood, 

X      Now  join  the  happy  church  of  God  : 
Drawn  by  the  force  of  fovereign  grace, 
In  Zion  now  they  take  their  place. 

2  With  pleafure  we  the  faints  behold, 
Joining  the  great  Redeemer's  fold  ; 
May  we  with  them  forever  prove 
A  gofpel  Church,  the  houfe  of  love. 

D 


(     3*    ) 

HYMN  XXXVI.     Chrijl  a  Friend. 

1  1\/fY  Chrift  is  my  friend, 
lyJL   To  him  I  attend, 

And  on  his  great  friendfhip  would  ever  depend. 

2  When  I'm  in  difrrefs, 
He  fpeaks  my  releafe, 

And  fills  my  whole  foul  with  unfpeakable  peace. 

3  On  him  I  would  gaze, 
And  fpend  all  my  days, 

In  praifing  his  name,  who  fuch  friendfhip  difplays. 

4  Through  grace,  I  intend 
To  cleave  .to  my  friend, 

And  I  with  my  Lord  to  yon  throne  fhall  afcend. 

5  And  there  fing  aloud 
The  friendship  of  God, 

Raife  high  hallelujahs  to  jefus's  blood. 

6  In  each  joyful  found, 
His  favours  refound, 

And  in  the  iweet  muficmy  joys  fhall  abound. 

EYMN  XXXVII.     Providence. 

i       "\/rE  try'd  fons  of  God, 
X     Ye  ftill  (hall  have  food, 
Your  trials  and  forrous  fhall  all  work  for  good. 

2        In  Jefus  confide, 

He'll  always  provide  ; 
V'ou  never  can  wajrn,  while  the  Lord's  on  your  fide. 

?,        Look  through  the  dark  cloud, 

To  God  cry  aloud,  [food. 

Who  knows  when,  and  how,  to  fupply  thee  with 
^        He  views  all  your  cares, 
He  lees  all  your  tears, 
And  whan  help  is  wanted,  he  always  appears. 


(     39     ) 

5  He  form'd  us  anew, 
And  all  things  will  do  ; 

And  we  fhall  fee  wonders  the  wildernefs  through. 

6  He  comes  from  above, 
With  bleflings  of  love, 

And  we  mall  forever  his  faithfulnefs  prove. 

HTMN  XXXVIII.      Spiritual  Reign  of  Chrlft. 

1  T  T  ASTEN,  O  Lord,  the  latter  diy, 
XjL   When  grace  fhall  reign  alone, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world, 

Shall  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  Then  fhall  pure  converts  crowd  thy  gates, 

Prefs  to  the  gofpel  found, 
And  grace  eternal  iweetly  mine, 
To  ravilh  all  around. 

3  Then  fhall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lamb 

Raife  the  dear  crofs  on  high, 
And  from  a  clear  refulgent  light, 
Shall  all  fee  eye  to  eye. 

4  Now'fhall  the  glorious  gofpel  fly, 

To  found  the  Saviour  forth  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joys  divine 
Shall  run  through  all  the  earth. 

5  Then  war  fhall  ceafe,  and  wrath  fubfide, 

An<^ peace  immortal  flow, 
And  faints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 

d  Lord,  we  would  blefs  thee  for  a  ray  ' 
Of  fuch  triumphant  grace, 
That  leads  to  everlafting  day, 
And  pure  eternal  blifs.^ 


(     40     ) 
flTMN   XXXIX.        In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

*   "V^E  faints,  attend  the  Saviour's  voice, 
X       Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace ; 
He  fays,  and  in  it  O  rejoice  ! 
In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

2  Though  dorms  and  tempefts  round  you  roar, 
And  foes  and  fears  increafe, 
He  fays,  and  what  could  he  fay  more  ? 
In  me  ye  /hall  have  peace. 

5  What  though  rfflictions  ftill  abound, 
Nor  do  temptations  ceafe  ; 
He  lays,  and  O  how  fweet  the  found  ! 
In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

4  What  though  your  hearts  with  forrow  bleed, 

And  fighs  and  tears  increafe  ; 
He  fays,  and  O,  'tis  true  indeed! 
In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

5  What  though  corruptions  dwell  within, 

Nor  does  the  conflict  ceafe  j 
He  fays,  in  fpite  of  hell  and  fin, 
In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

6  Though  you  mail  pafs  through  death's  cold  flood, 

To  gain  your  wifh'd  releafe, 
He  fays,  and  fure  he'll  make  it  good, 
In  me  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 

7  When  you  his  fa«e  in  glory  view, 

Where  joy  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
Eternity  mail  prove  it  true, 
In  him  ye  Jhall  have  peace. 


F 


HYMN  XL.      Fellowfiip  with  God. 

ROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod, 


(     4i     ) 

Arife,  my  foul,  and  ftrive  to  gain 
Sweet  felloivjhip  with  God. 

Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  ikies, 

In  all  the  paths  thou'ft  trod, 
Can  fuit  thy  wifhes  or  thy  joys 

Like  felloivjhip  with  God. 

Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleafure's  flow'ry  road, 
Can  to  my  foul  fuch  blifs  impart 

As  felloivjhip  with  God. 

Not  health  nor  friendfhip  here  below, 
Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 

Can  fuch  delight  or  comfort  mow 
As  felloivjhip  with   God. 

When  I  am  made,  in  love,  to  bear  ■ 

Affliction's  needful  rod, 
Light,  fweet  and  kind,  the  ftrokes  appear, 

Through  felloivjhip  with  God. 

In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blafts, 

Or  dark  defertion's  road, 
I'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  tafte 

Some  felloivjhip  with  God. 

So  when  the  icy  hand  of  death 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  lateft  breath 

In  fellow/hip  with    God. 

When  I,  at  Iaft,  to  heaven  afcend, 

And  gain  my  blefs'd  abode, 
There  an  eternity  I'll  fpend 

In  fella wjhip  with  God. 
D    2 


(     4*     ) 

HTMN  XLI.     Tour  Bodies  are  Temples  of  the  Holy  Choji. 

ROFESSED  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 


PROFE 
Hark 


to  bis  word  and  blefs  his  name  ; 
Your  bodies,  if  in  him  you  truft, 
Are  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghojl. 
Let  this  important  folemn  truth 
Dwell  on  your  minds,  in  age  and  youth  j 
Be  this  your  honour  and  your  boaft, 
You're  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghofl. 
As  fuch,  let  all  your  conduct  be 
From  luft,  and  pride,  and  folly  free  ; 
Remember  what  your  bodies  coft, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghofl , 
Let  gravity  and  holinefs, 
A  modefr,  plain,  and  decent  drefs, 
And  Chrifl's  bright  robes  adorn  you  mod, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghofl* 
Set  his  example  in  your  view— -r 
Be  this  the  pattern  you  purfue  \ 
Think,  as  his  body,  To  your's  muft 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy   Ghofl. 
Ere  long  your  happy  change  will  come, 
And  death  will  bring  your  fpirits  home  ; 
And  Chrift  mall  guard  your  lleeping  du(r, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghofl. 
When  the  lafi  trumpet  makes  the  fkies, 
Bright  (hall  your  bodies  then  arife, 
And  joyful,  join  the  heavenly  holt, 
A  -  ■; Pipits  of  the  Holy  Ghofl. 


•  _  o 


HYMN  XLII. 
For  he  is  thy  Lord,  av%d tvarfhip  then  htm. 
\  FCE  more,  dear  brethren,  join  to  fing 
J    Jeius,  our  God,  our  heavenly  K/r 


I    43     ) 

His  praife  proclaim,  with  fweet  accord, 
And  <worfhip  him,  for  he* s  your  Lord, 

2  Unite  to  (hew  his  glories  forth  ; 
Sing  of  his  excellence  and  worth  ; 
His  loving  kindnefs  here  record, 
And  ivorfiip  htm,  for  he's  your  Lord, 

3  O  truft  and  triumph-in  his  name, 
Jefus,  unchangeably  the  fame  ; 
His  name  (hall  endlefs  joys  afford  ; 
Then  ivor/hip  him,  for  he* s your  Lord, 

4  O  make  his  praife,  in  all  you  do, 
Your  bkfTednefs  and  bufinefs  too  J 
This,  as  your  fweet  employ  regard, 
To  ivorjhip  him,  for  he's  your  Lord. 

5  Before  him  walk  in  humble  faith, 
And  in  him  truft  in  life  and  death  j 
Worthy  is  he  to  be  ador'd  ; 

Then  nvorfhip  him,  for  he's  your  Lord. 

6  Though  from  each  other  here  we  part, 
With  him,  we  truft,  we're  join'd  in  heart  j 
He's  our  exceeding  great  reward,  ' 

And  him  we'll  nvorfhip  as  our  Lord. 

7  Ere  long  our  happy  fouls  (hall  meet 
In  glory  boundlefs  and  complete  ; 
And  there,  according  to  this  word, 
For  ever  nvorjliip  him  our  Lord. 

HYMN  XL  1 1 1. 
The  Breaker  is  come  up  before  them. 

I    O  ING  the  dear  Saviour's  glorious  f 

O    Who  bears  the  Breaker's  wondrous  name 
Sweet  name  !  and  it  becomes  him  well, 
Who  breaks  down  fin,  guilt,  death,,  and  hell 


(     44    ) 

A  mighty  Breaker  fure  is  he, 

He  broke  my  chains,  and  fet  me  free  ; 

A  gracious  Breaker  to  my  foul ; 

He  breaks,  and  oh  !  he  makes  me  whole. 

He  breaks  through  ev'ry  gloomy  cloud, 
Which  can  my  foul  with  darknefs  fhroud  ; 
He  breaks  the  ev'ry  crafty  fnare, 
Which  hellifh  foes  for  me  prepare. 

He  breaks  the  gates  of  harden'd  brafs, 
To  bring  his  faithful  word  to  pafs  ; , 
And  though  with  pond'rous  iron  barr'd, 
The  Breaker's  love  they  can't  retard. 

Great  Breaker  !  O  thy  love  impart, 
Daily  to  break  my  ftony  heart ; 
O  break  it,  Lord,  and  enter  in  ; 
And  break,  O  break  the  power  of  (in  ! 

Break  out  and  mine  upon  my  foul  ; 
One  look  from  thee  will  make  me  whole  ; 
Break  through  my  foes  to  my  relief, 
And  break,  O  break  my  unbelief. 

Break  down  my  felf-fufficient  pride, 
And  let  me  at  thy  feet  abide  ; 
And  there  adore  thee,  mighty  Lord, 
Who  never,  never  breaks  thy  word. 

By  thee  I'll  break  through  ev'ry  foe, 
And  joyful   on  my  way  I'll  go  ; 
By  thee  I'll  break  death's  cold  embrace, 
And  mount  to  heav'n,  and  fee  thy  face. 

There  has  my  King  pafs'd  on  before, 
And  there  forever  I'll  adore  ; 
And  to  eternity  I'll  raife 
My  fongs  to  this  great  Breaker's  pr«. 


t:'«  ■) 

HYMN  XLIV. 

Which  were  born  not  of  blood,  nor  of  the  will  of  the 

Jlr/h,  nor  of  the  will  of  man,  but  of  God. 

1  A    SSIST  my  foul,  my  heav'nly  King, 
XjL  Thine  everlafting  love  to  ling  ; 
And  joyful  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 

As  one  through  grace  that's  born  of  God, 

2  No,  it  was  not  the  will  of  man, 
My  foul's  new  heav'nly  birth  began  ; 
Nor  wiM,  nor  pow'r  of  fkfh  and  blood. 
That  turn'd  my  heart  from  fin  to  God. 

3  Herein  let  felf  be  all  abas'd, 

And  fovereign  love  alone  confefs'd  ; 
This  be  my  fong,  through  all  the  road, 
That  born  I  am  and  born  of  God. 

4  O  may  this  love  my  foul  conftrain 
To  make  returns  of  love  again, 
That  I,  while  earth  is  my  abode, 
May  live  like  one  that's  born  of  God. 

5  May  I  thy  praifes  daily  mew, 
Who  hath  created  all  things  new, 
And  wafh'd  me  in  a  Saviour's  blood, 
To  prove  that  I  am  born  of  God. 

6  Lead  me,  O  Lord,  in  all  thy  ways  ; 
Guard  me,  O  Lord,  through  all  my  days ; 
O  make  thy  word  my  rule  and  rod, 

To  walk  like  one  that's  born  of  God. 

7  And  when  th'  appointed  hour  mall. come, 
That  thou  wilt  call  me  to  my  home, 
Joyful  I'll  pafs  the  chilling  flood, 

And  die  as  one  that's  born  of  God. 

8  Then  mail  my  foul  triumphant  rife 
To  its  blefs'd  manfion  in  the  fides, 
And  in   that  glorious  bright  abode 
Sing  there  as  one  that's  born  of  God. 


(     4*     } 
HTMN  XLV.         On  the  Millennium. 

1  HPHAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

X        When  Zion's  light  fhall  (hine  ; 
She  fhall  arife  and  fhine  on  high, 

Bright  as  the  morning  fun. 
The  north  and  fouth  their  fons  refign, 

And  earth's  foundations  bend  ; 
Chrift,  like  a  comely  bride  adorn'd, 

All  glorious  fhall  defcend. 

2  The  King  that  wears  the  glorious  crown, 

The  azure  flaming  bow, 
That  holy  city  fhall  bring  down, 

To  blefs  his  faints  below. 
When  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  King 

Shall  fin  and  death  deftroy, 
The  morning  flars  together  ling, 

And  Zion  fhouts  for  joy. 

3  The  holy  bright  mufician  band, 

Who  play  on  harps  of  gold, 
In  holy  order  fee  they  fland, 

Fair  Salem  to  behold. 
Defcending  on  Tweet  melting  flrains, 

jehovah  they  adore, 
Such  fhouts  through  earth's  extenfive  plains 

Were  never  heard  before. 

4  Let  Satan  rage  and  boaft  no  more, 

Nor  think  his  reigning  long, 
The  faints,  though  feeble,  weak  and  poor. 

Their  great  Redeemer's  ftrong. 
•He  is  their  fhield  and  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  wind, 
A  fountain  in  the  wildernefs, 

Throughout  the  weary  land. 


(     47     ) 

The  cryftal  dreams  run  down  from  heav'n, 

They  iffue  from  the  throne  ; 
The  floods  of  ftrife  away  are  driv'n  ; 

The  church  becomes  but  one. 
That  peaceful  union  we  mail  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love, 
And  fliout  and  fing  of  grace  below, 

As  angels  do  above. 

>  A  thoufand  years  fliall  roll  around, 

The  church  fhd.ll  be  complete, 
Call'd  by  the  glorious  trumpet's  found, 

Their  Saviour  Chrift  to  meet  : 
They  rife  with  joy,  and  mount  on  high, 

They  fly  to  Jefus'  arms, 
And  gaze  with  wonder  and  delight 

On  their  Beloved's  charms. 

j  Like  apples  fair  his  beauties  are, 

To  feed  and  cheer  the  mind, 
No  earthly  fruit  can  fo  recruit, 

Nor  flaggons  full  of  wine. 
Their  troubles  o'er,  they  grieve  no  more, 

But  fing  in  (trains  of  joy, 
In  raptures  fweet,  in  blifs  complete, 

They  feaft,  and  never  cloy. 

HTMN  XLVI.     /  <wi!l  truft  and  not  be  afraid. 

EGONE,  unbelief, 
My  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief 
Will  furely  appear : 
By  pray'r  let  me  weftle, 
And  he  will  perform  ; 
With  Chrift  in  the  vefTel, 
I  fmile  at  the  florin. 


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(     4«     ) 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way, 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 
'Tis  his  to  provide  : 
Though  citterns  be  broken, 
And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  fpoken 
Shall  furely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  pad 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  Jaft 
In  trouble  to  link  ; 
Each  fweet  Ebenezer 
I  have  in  review 
Confirms  his  good  pleafure 
To  help  me  quite  through. 

4  Determin'd  to  fave, 

He  watch'd  o'er  my  path 

When,  Satan's  blind  flave, 

I  fported  with  death  ; 

And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  truft:  in  his  name, 

And  thus  far  have  brought  me 

To  put  me  to  ftiame  ? 

5  Why  mould  I  complain. 
Of  want  or  diflrefs, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 
He  told  me  no  lefs  ; 
The  heirs  of  falvation, 

1  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation, 
fl/Iuil  follow  their  Lord. 

6  How  bitter  the  cup, 
No  heart  can  conceive, 


(     49     ) 

Which  he  drank  quite  up, 
That  Tinners  might  Jive  I 
His  way  was  much  rougher 
And  darker  than  mine  ; 
Did  Jefus  thus  fuffer, 
And  fhall  I  repine  ? 
7  Since  all  that  I  meet 
Shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  fweet, 
The  med'eine  is  food  ; 
Though  painful  at  prefent, 
'Twill  ceafe  before  long  ; 
And  then,  oh  how  pieafant 
The  conqueror's  fong  ! 

HYMN  XLVII.  Farewel 

i    TP*AREWEL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
r     The  gofpel  founds  the  jubilee  ; 
My  Hammering  tongue  fhall  found  aloud, 

From  land  to  land,  from  fea  to  fea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  truft  alone  in   God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewel,  in  bands  and  union  dear, 

Like  firings  you  twine  about  my  heart  ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnefl  prayer, 

Till  we  fhall  meet,  no  more  to  part : 
Till  we  fhall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewel,  my  earthly  friends  below, 

Although  fo  kind  and  dear  to  me ; 
My  Jefus  calls,  and   I  muft  go 

To  found  the  gofpel  jubilee  ; 
To  found  the  joy,  and  bear  the  news 
To  Gentile  world,  and  royal  Jews. 

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(     Jo     ) 

4  Farewel,  young  people  one  and  all, 

While  God  will  give  me  breath  to  breathe 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All 

That  your  dear  fouls  in  Chrifl  may  live ; 
That  your  dear  fouls  prepar'd  may  be 
To  dwell  in  blefs'd  eternity. 

5  Farewel  to  all  below  the  fun  ; 

And  as  I  pafs  in  tears  below, 
The  path  is  ftraight,  my  feet  fhall  run  ; 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go — 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land.  - 

6  Farewel,  farewel  !   I  look  above  ; 

Jefus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call ; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 

My  fafeguard  here,  my  heav'nly  all ; 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  fong  to  ling, 
My  only  hope  in  death — Amen. 

HYMN  XLVIII.  The  Chr'ifiai?  s  fpmtual  Foyay. 

1  TESUS,  at  thy  command, 
J    I  launch  into  the  deep ; 

And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  fin  lulls  all  afleep. 

For  thee  I  would  the  world  refign, 
And  fail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thiqg* 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wife  ; 
My  compafs  is  thy  word : 
My  foul  each  ftorm  defies, 
While  I  have  fuch  a  Lord  ! 

I  truft  thy  faithfulnefs  and  power 
To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rodks  and  quickfands  deep 
Through  all  my  paflage  lie, 


(     5«     ) 

Yet  Chrift  will  fafely   keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 

My  anchor  hope  fhall  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boift'rous  dorm  outride 

4.     By  faith  I  fee  the  land, 

The  port  of  endlefs  reft  : 

My  foul,  thy  fails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jems'  breaft  ! 

O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  more, 
Where  winds  and  waves  diftrefs  no  more. 

5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  ftorms  forbear  to  tofs, 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  ftill  nigh, 

Left  I  mould  fuffer  lofs  : 

For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dreacj* 
Than  tempefts  bursting  o'er  my  head, 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  and  blow 
A  profperous  gale  of  grace, 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven  my  deftin'd  place  ! 
Then  in  full  fail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind.     . 

HTMN    XLIX.     Fountain  opened  for  Sinners, 

1  nPHE  fountain  of  Chrift, 

I         Lord,  help  us  to  fing, 
The  blood  of  our   Prieft, 
Our  crucified  King  ; 
The  fountain  that  cleanfes 
From  fin  and  from  filth, 
And  richly  difpenfes 
Salvation  and  health. 

2  This  fountain  fo  dear 
He'll  freely  impart  ; 


(     52     ) 

When  pierc'd  by  the  fpear, 
It  fiow'd  from  his  heart. 
With  blood  and  with  water, 
The  fi:ft  to  atone, 
To  cleanfe  us  the  latter ; 
The  fountain's  but  one. 

This  fountain  from  guilt 
Not  only  makes  pure, 
And  gives,  foon  as  felt, 
Infallible  cure  ; 
But  if  guilt  removed; 
Return  and  remain, 
Its  pow'r  may  be  proved 
Again  and  again. 

This  fountain-  unfeal'd 
Stands  open  for  all 
Who  long  to  be  healM, 
The  great  and  the  fmall : 
Hete's  ftrength  for  the  weakly 
That  hither  are  led ; 
Here's  health  for  the  fickly, 
And  life  for  the  dead. 

This  fountain  though  rich, 
From  charge   is  quite  clear, 
The  poorer  the  wretch 
The  welcomer  here  : 
Come  needy  and  guilty, 
Come  ioaJifome,  and  bare  ; 
Though  Jep'rous  and  filthy, 
Come  jutl  as  you  are. 

This  fountain  in  vain 
Has  never  been  try'd, 
I*  takes  out  all  ftain, 
Whenever  apply'd  : 


(     53     ) 

The  fountain  flows  fweetly 
With  virtue  divine, 
To  cleanfe  fouls  completely, 
Though  leprous  as  mine. 

HYMN  L.  Free  Grace. 

1  r"TT^  HE  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries  efcape  to  the 

JL  mountain, 

For  Adam's  loft  race  Chrift  has  open'd  a  fountain, 
For  fin  and  tranfgreflion,  and  ev'ry  pollution, 
His  blood  it  Hows  freely  in  plenteous  redemption. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  purchased  our 

pardon, 
We'll  praife  him  again  when  we  pafs  over  Jor- 
dan. 

2  That  fountain  fo  clear  in  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jefus'  fide  flows  a  plenteous  redemption  ; 
Though  your  fins  were  increas'd  as  high  as  a 

mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  dreams  of  falvation. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  O  !   jef^s,  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
Over  iin,  death  and  hell  thou  wilt  make  us  vic- 
torious : 

Thy  name  (hall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congrega- 
tion, 
-    And  faints  mall  delight  in   afcribing  falvation. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  ftand,  having  gain'd  the  bleft 


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With  our  harps  in  our  hands  we'll  praife  him  ev- 
ermore : 
We'll  range  the  blefs'd  fields  on  the  banks  of  the 
llelujahs  for  ev&  and  ever,    [river, 

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(     54     ) 

5  Then  let  us  march  on,  in  the  ftrength  of  our 

Saviour, 
And  never  again  even  doubt  of  his  favour, 
But  fav'd  by  his  blood,  may  we  under  his  banner, 
Rejoicing,  all  join  in  fhouting  Hofannah  ! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

6  And  thus  by  his  ftrength  having  crofted  the  river, 
And  our  white  robes  received  from  Jesus  the  giv- 
er, 

With  our  harps  tun'd  anew,  we'll  join  the  bleft 

chov, 
In  founding  this  anthem,  ftill  higher  and  higher. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchas'd 

our  pardon, 
We'll  praife  him  anew  fince  we've  pafs'd  over 
Jordan. 

HTMN  LI.       Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

i  O  INNER,  are  you  ftill  fecure  ? 
O  Wilt  thou  ftill  refufe  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
See  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  .' 
For  his  judgment  ftand  prepar'd, 

Thou  muft  either  break  or  bow. 

2  At  his  prefence  nature  lhakes, 

Earth  affrighted  haftes  to  flee  ; 
*  Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  fhame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame  ? 


(     55     ) 

3  Then  the  great,  the  rich,  the  wife, 

Trembling,  guilty,  felf-condemn'd, 
Mull  behold  the  wrathful  eyes 

Of  the  Judge  they  once  blafphemM 
Where  are  now  their  haughty  looks, 

Oh  !  their  horror  and  defpair  ! 
When  they  fee  the  open'd  books, 

And  their  dreadful  fentence  hear. 

4  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  muft  we  refign  our  breath  ; 
And  our  fouls  be  call'd  to  pafs 

Through  the  iron  gate  of  death  : 
Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Li  fie  n  to  the  gofpel  voice, 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above, 

Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

5  Oh  !   when  fiefh  and  heart  fhall  fail, 

Let  thy  love  our  (pints  cheer  ; 
Strengthened  thus,  we  (hall  prevail 

Over  Satan,  fin  and  fear. 
Trufting  in  thy  precious  name, 

May  we  thus  our  journey  end, 
Then  our  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim, 

And  the  Judge  will  be  our  friend. 

HYMN  LI1.        Lovejl  thou  me  ? 

I   TT  ARK,  my  foul  !   it  is  the  Lord  ! 
JL  JL    'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jeius  fpeaks,  and  fpeaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  firmer,  lov'ft  thou  me  ? 

4  tv  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

,  wh.-v.  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound 
?  wand'ring,  fet  thee  right, 
'i  -  ■  .  nkndS  into  light." 


(     5*     ) 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceafe  towards  the  child  (he  bare  ? 
Yes,  fhe  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  ftrong  as  death. 

£  "  Thou  fhalt  fee  my  glory  foon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  (hall  be, 
Say,  poor  finner,  lov'ft  thou  me  V* 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 
Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

HTMN   LIIL         Regeneration. 

1  TITAK'D  by  the  Gofpel's  powerful  found, 

V  V     My  foul  in  fin  and  thrall  I  found, 

Expos'd  to  endlefs  wo  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
The  finner  rauft  be  born  again, 

Or  down  to  ruin  go. 

2  Surpris'd  indeed,  I  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  fhun  the  gates  of  hell, 

To  which  I  then  drew  near ! 
I  ftrove,  alas  !  but  all  in  vain  j 
The  finner  muft  be  born  again 

Still  founded  in  my  ear. 

3  I  to  the  law  then  ran  for  help, 
But  frill.  I  felt  the  weight  of  guilt, 

And  iio  relief  I  found  ; 


(    57     ) 

While  fin  my  burden'd  foul  did,  pain. 
The  Tinner  mult  be  born  again, 
Did  loud  as  thunder  found. 

4  God's  juftice  then  I  did  behold, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  foul, 

It  was  a  dreadful  load  ; 
This  folemn  truth  did  ftill  remain, 
The  (inner  mud  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  I  heard  fome  tell  how  Chrift  did  give 
His  life  to  let  the  finner  live  ; 

But  him  I  could  not  fee  : 
I  read  my  Bible,  it  was  plain, 
The  finner  mufr.  be  born  again, 

Or  dwell  in  mifery. 

6  But  as  my  foul  with  dying  breath, 
Lay  gafping  near  eternal  death, 

Chrift  Jefus  I  did  fee  ; 
Free  grace  and  pardon  he  proclaim'd, 
I  truft  I  then  was  born  again, 

In  gofpel  liberty. 

7  Not  angels  in  the  world  above, 

Nor  faints  could  glow  with  greater  love 
Than  what  my  foul  enjoy'd  ; 

My  foul  did  mount  on  eagle's  wings, 

And  glory,  glory,  I  did  ling 
To  Jefus>  my  dear  Lord. 

8  Now  with  the  faints  I'll  join  to  tell 
How  Jefus  fav'd  my  foul  from  hell, 

To  fing  redeeming  love  : 
Afcribe  the  glory  to  the  Lamb, 
The  finner  now  is  born  again, 

To  dwell  with  Chrift  above. 


(     5«     ) 
HYMN    L1V.  Calvary. 

1  Qt  EE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying, 

C3    See  him  gafping,  hear  him  crying, 
See  his  burden'd  bofom  heave  ; 
Look,  ye  finnefs,  ye  who  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  fins  have  flung  him  ; 
Dying  finners,  look  and  iive. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  making, 
Earth  unto  her  centre  quaking, 
Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead  ; 
Look  on  Phebus,  fhuck  with  wonder, 
While  the  peals  of  legal  thunder 
Smite  the  blefi  Redeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  to  the  tuneful  regions, 
Ceafe  to  trill  the  quiv'ring  firing  : 
Songs  feraphic,  all  fufpended, 
Till  the  mighty  war  is  ended, 

By  the  all-victorious  King. 

4  Hell  and  all  the  pow'rs  infernal, 
Vanquifh'd  by  the  King  Eternal, 
When  he  pour'd  the  vital  flood  ; 
By  his  groans,  which  fliook  creation, 
Lo  !  we  found  the  proclamation, 
P?acc  and  pardon  through  his  blood. 

£   Sho'jt,  ye  faints,  with  admiration, 
with  fongs  the  wide  creation, 
•  he's  rifen  from  '.he  grave  ; 
j  y  and  acclamation, 
tlock,  of  your  falvation, 
alone  has  power  to  fave. 

6  Bear  with  patience  tribulation, 
Overcoming  al!  temptation, 
Till  the  glorious  Jubilee  ; 


(     59     ) 

Soon  he'll  come  with  burfts  of  thunder. 
Then  fhall  we  adore  and  wonder, 
Singing  on  the  higheit  key. 
7   See  the  blifsful  fcene  before  us, 
Join  the  univerfal  chorus, 
Bid  the  flowing  numbers  rife  ; 
Songs  immortal  fweetly  founding, 
Notes  angelic,  loud  rebounding, 
Trembling  round  the  vocal  fkies. 

HYMN   LV.       The  Chriflian's  Salvtati&n. 
t  T3  E ACE  be  unto  this  houfe, 
XT    The  Son  of  Peace  draw  near  ; 
But  has  my  Matter's  Son 
A  tabernacle  here  ? 
If  fo,  then  I  will  here  remain, 
If  not,  adieu,  I'll  go  again. 

2  My  Matter  fent  me  here, 
His  Son  a  bride  to  find, 
If  to  him  you  appear, 

If  to  him  you  are  kind  ; 

If  fo,  come  go  with  me  to  day, 

If  not,  I'll  go  another  way. 

3  Lord,  fend  thy  Spirit  forth, 
Incline  the  heart  alfo  ; 
Lord,  grant  Rebecca's  voice, 
I  with  the  man  will  go  ; 
'Twould  make  thy  fervants  all  rejoice, 
To  hear  one  fpeak  with  fuch  a  voice. 

HTMN    LVI.  The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

1  /^i  OME,  all  ye  dear  fouls,  who  are  of  Adam's 
\^y  Join  with  me  to  fc^k  falvation  ;  [loins, 
With  hearts  fill'd  with  friendlhip  let's  all  combine, 
And  (eck  for  the  land  of  C*n»an. 


(     6°     ) 

Ganaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  Canaan. 

2  We  have  a  little  fitter  (lie's  lately  converted, 
She  brings  good  news  from  Canaan  ; 

Her  foul's  fill'd  with  Jefus,  the  world  (he's  defert- 
And  now  (he  lives  (houting  and  praifing.       [ed, 
Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 

0  how  I  long  for  Canaan. 

3  Once  I  did  mourn,  but  now  I  will  fing, 
And  praife  my  God  and  Saviour ; 
Until  in  the  realms  of  my  heav'nly  King, 
In  Canaan  I'll  praife  him  forever. 

1  am  glad,  and  I'll  thank  God, 
Then  let  us  praife  God  together. 

4  See  the  poor  (inner  (landing  at  the  bar, 
Defpairing  of  hope  of  heaven  ; 
Trembling  and  (hivering  in  doleful  defpair, 
From  God's  awful  prefence  is  driven. 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 
O  when  (hall  I  fee  Canaan. 

5  Come,  my  dear  brethren,  let's  travel  on, 
Let's  go  on  to  Canaan  ; 

And  when  our  pilgrim's  journey  is  done, 
We'll  fiiout  and  fing  falvation. 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  we'll  (hout  in  Canaan. 

HTMN  LVII.   Hear  what  he  has  done  for  my  Soul 

I    Q  AV'D  by  blood,  I  live  to  tell 

|^    What  the  love  of  Chrift  has  done  ; 
He  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell, 
Of  a  rebel  made  a  fon  : 
Oh  !  I  tremble  (till  to  think 
How  fecure  I  liv'd  in  fin  ; 


(     6«     ) 

Sporting  on  deftruction's  brink, 
Yet  prefcrv'd  from  tailing  in. 

2  In  his  own  appointed  hour, 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  fpoke  : 
Touch'd  me  by  his  Spirit's  power, 
And  my  dang'rous  flumber  broke  : 
Then  I  faw  and  own'd  my  guilt  ; 
Soon  my  gracious  Lord  reply'd, 
•*  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  fpilt, 
"  'Twas  for  fuch  as  thee  I  dy'd." 

3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
All  at  once  pofTefs'd  my  heart  ; 
Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove, 
After  acting  fuch  a  part  ? 

"  Thou  haft  greatly  finn'd,  he  faid, 
<f  But  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
"  I  myfelf  thy  debt  have  paid, 
"  Now  I  bid  thee  rife  and  live." 

4  Come,  my  fellow  finners,  try, 
Jefus'  heart  is  full  of  love  ; 
Oh  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 
May  his  wondrous  mercy  prove  ! 
He  has  fent  me  to  declare, 

All  is  ready,  all  is  free  : 
Why  mould  any  foul  defpair, 
When  he  fav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ? 

HYMN  LVIIT. 
/  am  the  Way,  and  the  Truth,  and  the  Life. 

I  AM,  faith  Chrift,  the  way  : 
Now  if  we  credit  him, 
All  other  paths  muft  lead  aftray. 
How  fair  foe'er  they  feem. 


(       62       } 

2  I  am,  faith  Chrift,  the  truth  : 

Then  all  that  lacks  this  teft, 
Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  mouth, 
Is  but  a  lie  at  be(t. 

3  I  am,  faith  Chrift,  the  life  : 

Let  this  be  feen  by  faith, 
It  follows,  without  further  ftrife, 
That  all  beHde  is  death. 

4  If  what  thofe  words  aver 

The  Holy  Ghoft  apply, 
The  fimpleft  chriithn  mall  not  err, 
Nor  be  deceiv'd,  nor  die. 

HYMN  LIX.      The  Believer's  Hiding-place. 

1  If"  TAIL,  heav'nly  love,  that  firll  began 
Jti   The  fcheme  to  refcue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchlefs,  free,  eternal  grace, 

That  gave  my  foul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  Iky 

I  fought,  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Defpis'd  the  manfion  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  feek  a  hiding-place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 

And  fond  of  darknefs  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  finful  race, 
Secure,  without  a  hiding-place. 

4  But  lo  !  th*  eternal  counfel  ran, 

" Almighty  love,  arreft  the  man  !" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  diflrefs, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Vindictive  juftice  ftood  in  view  ; 

To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew. 
But  juftice  cry'd,  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 


(  <jj  ) 

6  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 

And  mercy  for  my  foul  appear'd, 
She  led  me  on  a  pleafant  pace, 
To  Jefus  Chrift,  my  hiding  place, 

7  Should  ftorms  of  fevenfold  thunder  roll, 

And  fhake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunder-bolt  (hall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jefus  is  my  hiding-place. 

8  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 

That  migbt  have  thrufl  a  world  in  hell; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chofen  race, 

And  thus  became  their  hiding-place* 

9  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  mofr, 

Will  land  me  fafe  on  Canaan's  coaft, 
When  I  fhall  ling  a  fong  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding-place. 

HYMN  LX.         Welcome  Crofs, 

1  ff  1  ^IS  my  happinefs  below 

X       Not  to  live  without  the  crofs ; 
But  the  Saviour's  pow'r  to  know, 
Sanctifying  ev'ry  lofs. 
Trials  muft  and  will  befal  ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  fee 
Love  infcrib'd  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happinefs  to  me. 

2  God,  in  Iffael,  fows  the  feeds 
Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil  ; 

Thefe  fpring  up  and  choak  the  weeds, 
Which  would  elfe  o'erfpread-the  foil : 
Trials  make  the  promife  fweet, 
Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r  ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feetj 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 


(     4     ) 

•3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chaflifement  by  the  way  ; 
Might  I  not,  with  reafon,  fear, 
I  mould  prove  a  caftaway  : 
Baftards  may  efcape  the  rod, 
Sunk  in  earthly  vain  delight ; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
Muft  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 

HYMN  LXI.    The  ceremonial  law.  Heb.  iv.  2, 

1  I'SR'EL  in  ancient  days, 
JL    Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gofpel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glafs, 
In  which  they  faw  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  pafchal  facrifice, 

And  blood-befprinkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlight'ned  eyes, 

And  once  apply'd  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  our  hearts  to  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  fet  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whofe  blood  of  matchlefs  worth 

Should  be  the  foul's  defence  ; 
For  he  who  can  for  fin  atone, 
Mult  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

4  The  fcape  goat,  on  his  head 
The  people's  trefpafs  bore, 
And,  to  the  defart  led, 
Was  to  be  feen  no  more  : 

In  him  our  furety  feem'd  to  fay, 
"  Behold,  I  bear  your  lins  away," 


(     6j     ) 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  underftood, 
Exprefs'd  the  Tinner's  plea  ; 

Defcrib'd  a  guilty  foul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  diicharg'cjL 

6  Jefus-i  I  love  to  trace 
Throughout  the  facred  page, 
The  footfteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  fame  in  every  age  ! 

O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light,  vouchfaf'd  to  me, 

HTMN   LXII.        Fint/hed  redemption. 

1  T  T  ARK  !   the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
XJL    Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 

See  !   it  rends  the  rocks  afunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  fky  ! 
«  It  is  finifn'd  !    it  is  finHhttj" 
Hear  the  dying  Sr.viour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finifh'd  !   O  what  pleafure 

Doth  thefe  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  bleflings,  without  meafure, 

Flow  to  us  from  (Thrift  the  Lord. 
It  is  finifh'd  !   It  is  finifh'd  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finifh'd,  all  the  types  and  fhadows 

Of  the  prophefying  law  ! 
Finifh'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd  ; 

Dea;h  and  hell  no  more  fhall  awe. 
It  is  finifh'd  !   It  is  finifh'd  ! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  [HaPPy  fouls,  approach  the  table, 

Tafte  the  foul-reviving  food  ; 
Nothing  half  fo  fweet  and  pleafant 
F  a 


I  ■ 
(     66    7 

As  the  Saviour's  flefli  and  blood, 
It  is  finifh'd  !   It  is  finifh'd  ! 
Chrift  has  borne  the  heavy  load. 3 
5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  feraphs, 

Join  to  fing  the  pleafant  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

Join  to  praife  Iramanuel's  name  I 
Hallelujah!   Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  1 

HTMN    LXIII.       Gratitude  for  the  atonement, 
i   T  TAIL  !  thou  once  defpifed  Jefus, 
JL  JL   Hail,  thou  Galilean  king  ! 
Thou  did  ft  furTer  to  releafe  us  ; 

Thou  didft  free  falvation  bring. 
Hail  !  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 
Bearer  of  our  fin  and  fhame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favour  ; 
Life  is  given  thro*  thy  name. 

2  Pafchal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  fins  on  thee  were  laid  : 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  haft  full  atonement  made  : 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Thro*  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  : 
Opcn'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jefus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hofts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  fide  : 
There  for  finners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  doft  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  v/c  appear. 


(     67     ) 

4  Worfliip,  honour,  power  and  blefiing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudeft  praifes,  without  ccafing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  fpirits  ! 

Bring  your  fweeteft,  nobleft  lays  ; 
Help  to  fing  our  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praife. 

HTMN  LXIV.     Yet  there  is  room,  Luke  xiv.  22, 

1    "X7"E  dying  ^ons  °^  men» 

X     Immerg'd  in  fin  and  woe, 

The  gofpel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jefus  fends  to  you  ; 
Ye  perifliing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jefus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excufes  frame  : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 

All  things  are  ready^  (inner,  come, 
For  every  trembling  foul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 

His  meflengers  proclaim  ; 

He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name  ; 
Backfliding  fouls,  return  and  come, 
Cad  off  defpair,  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Conftrain'd  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wand'ring  fheep,  draw  near, 
Chriit- calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear  ! 

Let  whofoever  will,  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  bread  there  {till  is  room. 


(     68     ) 
HYMN   LXV.  Prayer  for  Children. 

!   f^\  RACIOtJS  Lord,  our  children  fee  ! 
\j   By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  ; 
But,  mail  thefe,  alas  !  remain 
Subjects  ftiil  of  Satan's  reign  ? 
Ifrael's  young  ones,  when  of  old 
Pharaoh  threat'ned  to  withhold  ; 
Then  thy  mefTenger  faid, "  No  j 
Let  the  children  alfo  go." 

2  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  fword, 
Slew  with  an  avenging  hand, 

All  the  firft-born  of  the  land  : 
Then  thy  people's  doors  he  pafs'd, 
Where  the  bloody  fign  was  plac'd  ; 
Hear  us  now  upon  our  knees, 
Plead  the  blood  of  Chrift  for  thefe  ! 

3  Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce  malicious  foe, 
Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  fight  : 
Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings  ! 
Bide  them  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  ; 
Left  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  "bear  the  brood  away. 

HTMN   LXVI. 

i  Jcfus  Chr'tjl  our  Lord,  both  theirs  and  ours.' 
I  Cor.  i.  2. 

I     WEET  are  the  gifts  which  gracious  Heav'n 
On  rru'fi  believers  pours; 
tin   heft  gift  is  grace  to  know 
'1  hat  Tefus  Chrift  is  ours. 


(     69     ) 

Our  Jefus  !  what  rich  drops  of  blifs 

Defcend  in  copious  fhowers, 
When  ruin'd  finners,  fuch  as  we, 

By  faith  can  call  him  ours. 

Differ  we  may  in  age  and  Mate, 

Learning  and  mental  powers, 
But  all  the  faints  may  join  and  fhout, 

Dear  Jefus  !  thou  art  ours. 

Let  thofe  who  know  our  Jefus  not, 

Delight  in  earth's  gay  flowers  ; 
We,  glorying  in  our  better  lot, 

Rejoice  that  He  is  ours. 

When  hope,  with  elevated  flight, 
Tow'rd  heaven  in  rapture  towers, 

*Tis  this  fupports  our  vent'rous  wing, 
We  know  that  Chrift  is  ours. 

Though  providence,  with  darkening  ffcy, 

On  things  terreltriai  lours, 
We  rife  fuperior  to  the  gloom, 

When  finging,  Chrift  is  ours. 

Time,  which  this  world,  with  all  its  joys, 

With  eager  hafte  devours, 
May  take  inferior  things  away, 

•But  Jefus  frill  is  ours. 

Hafte  then,  dull  time,  and  terminate 

Thy  flow  revolving  hours  ; 
We  wifh,  we  pray,  we  long,  we  pant, 

tin  Heaven  to  call  him  ours  ! 

HYMN  LXVII.  Love  to  Man. 

i      A    LMIGHTY  love  infpire  my  heart  with 
JIJl  facred  fire, 

And  animate  my  foul  with  deflre  to  renew; 


(     7o     ) 

I  join  the  throng  in  praifes,  where  faints  and 

angels  gazes, 
And  fympathy  increafes  above  the  etherial  blue. 

z  Thou  tender-hearted  Saviour,  thy  love  my  foul 

amazes^ 

Who  died  for  to  fave  us  when  loft  and  undone  ; 

No  cherubim  reliev'd  us,  no  angel  could  redeem  us, 

And  nothing  could  fave  us  but  Jefus  and  his  love. 

3  O  the  Tinner's  friend,  my  fimple  prayer  attend, 
And  fave  me  to  the  end  from  the  evil  to  come  : 
Afford  to  me  the  favour  which  iffues  from  my 

Saviour  ; 
And  O  forfake  me  never,  till  all  my  toils  are  o'er. 

4  While  here  on  earth  I  flay,  I'll  hope  for  that  glad 

day, 
Till  I  am  call'd  away  to  the  manfions  above  ; 
There  to  enjoy  the  treafure  of  never-ceafing  plea- 

fure, 
And  fhout  in  higheft  meafure  halleluias  of  love. 

5  In  hope  of  feeing  Jefus,  when  all  my  conflict 

ceafes, 
My  love  to  him  increafes  his  name  to  adore ; 
O  then,  my  bleffed  Saviour,  vouchfafe  to  me  the^ 

favour 
To  reign  with  thee  forever  when  time  mail  be  no 

more. 

6  There  in  the  blooming  garden,  obtained  by  f:ee\ 

pardon, 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan  we'll  worfhip  and] 

adore  j 
We'll  fing  the  fong  cf  Mofes,  while  Jefus  fweetj 

compofes 
A  fong  that  never  clofes,  in  praifes  to  his  name. 


TABLE  OF  FIRST"  LINES. 

A    FOUNTAIN  in  Jefus  which  runs  a.  ways  free  9 

xV.    Attend,  yc  children  of  your  God               -  24 

Attend,  ye  faints,  and  hear  me  tell             -              -  34 

Affift  my  foul,  my  heavenly  King             -              -  45 

Almighty  love  infpire  my  heart  with  facred  fire-  70 

Befide  the  Gofpel  Pool               -             -  H 

By  whom  was  David  taught           -             -  20 

Begone,  unbelief  47 
Come,  friends  and  relations,  let's  join  heart  and  hand         6 

Come,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace  8 

Come,  thou  fount  of  cv'ry  bleffing            -             -  10 

Chrifl  is  fet  on  Zion's  hill            -                -  19 

Come  on,  my  fellow  pilgrims-,  come           -  29 

Come,  all  ye  dear  fouls,  who  are  of  Adam's  loins  59 

Dear  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear  36 

From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain         -             -  40 

Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord             -             •  49 

How  loft  was  my  condition           -              -              -  17 

Humble  fouls,  who  feek  falvation  26 

Haften,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day              -               -  39 

Hark,  my  foul  !    it  is  .the  Lord               -                -  55 

Hail,  heav'nly  love,  that  firft  began            -  62 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy             -  65 

Hail !  thou  once  defpifed  Jefus  66 

k  I  am,  faith  Chrifl,  the  way             -             -  6 1 

Ifr'el  in  ancient  days  64 
Jefus,  at  thy  command         -             -             -            '-53 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold  25 

Lord,  difmifs  us  with  thy  bleffing              -              -  68 
Mercy,  O  thou  fon  of  David             -             -             "5 

My  Chrift  is  my  friend             -                              -  38 

Now  the  Saviour  ftands  a  pleading            -              -  13 

Never  does  truth  more  fhine            -             -  24 

Now  are  we  met  in  holy  fear          -             -  36 

O  when  fhall  I  fee  Jefus               -  3 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame           -             -  27 
O  what  a  glorious  myftery,  wonder,  wonder,  wonder        **> 

O  with  what  pleafure  we  behold             -              -  37 

4* 


72  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Precious  Bible  !  what  a  trenfure 

Profeffed  fcll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Peace  be  unto  this  -boufe  - 

Sovereign  grace  has' power  alone 

Stop,  poor  finnei-,  ftop  and  think 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  firft  1  felt 

Sing  the  dear  Saviour's  glorious  fame 

Sinner,  are  /qu  ftill  fecure  - 

See  the  I^'jrd  of  glory  dying 

Sweet  nre'  the  gifts  which  facred  Heav'n 

*Tis  jefus  doth  fave  - 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 

The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harveft  is  near 

Thefe  honour'd  faints  redeem'd  by  blood 

That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh 

The  fountain  of  Chrift  - 

The  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries,  efcape  to  the  mountain 

'Tis  my  happinefs  below  - 

What  contradictions  meet  -  -  - 

What  heavenly  mufic  do  I  hear 

When  firft  my  foul  enlifted  - 

When  Paul  was  parted  from  his  friends 

What  think  ye  of  Chrift  ?    is  the  teft 

Wak'd  by  the  Gofpel's  powerful  found 

Ye  try'd  fons  of  God  -  ■  -* 

Ye  faints,  attend  the  Saviour's  voice 

Ye  dying  fons  of  men  ... 


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HYMNS 


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HYMNS. 


HYMN    I.       The  Lord  in  his  Garden, 

3    X  HE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 
The  fpices  yieid  a  rich  perfume  ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refrefhing  fhow'rs  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jefus  flows  to  ev'ry  vine, 

Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  fprings  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  foil  become  ! 
The  defert  bloifoms  as  the  rofe, 
When  Jefus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  foul  a  witnefs  is  : 
I  tafte  and  fee  the  pardon  free 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me  : 

Who  come  to  Chrift,  may  live. 

4  The  worft  of  finners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive 


(  +  ) 

None  are  too  late,  who  will  rgpent  ; 
Out  cf  one  fmner,  legions  went  j 
Jefus  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  tafte  the  fweetnefs  of  his  word, 

In  Jefus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun  ; 
It  ifTues  from  the  fhining  throne, 

From  Jefus'  grace  on  high  : 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain  ; 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again* 

And  yet  we  ftill  are  dry. 
*]  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  furround  the  throne  of  love. 

We'll  drink  a  full  fupply  ; 
Jefus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flaw. 

Which  never  will  run  dry, 

8  There  will  we  reign,  and  Ihout,  and  fmg. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  faints  get  home  : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  fhall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jefus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  foul  replies  ; 
I'm  bound  to  meet  \\irn.  in  the  fkies. 

And  claim  my  manfibn  there. 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heav'nly  land, 

Where  we  fnall  part  no  more. 


(     5     ) 

50  There,  on  ttiat  peaceful,  happy  fhore, 
We'll  ling  and  fliout  our  fufPrings  o'er, 

And  praife  redeeming  love  ; 
We'll  fliout  and  ling  our  conqu'ring  King, 
Who  dy'd  himfelf,that  he  might  bring 

Us  rebels  near  to  God. 


HYMN  II.       The  Beggar  and  the  Rich  Man. 

i   VyOME,  all  ye  poor  finners, 
Who  from  Adam  came, 
Ye  poor  and  ye  needy, 
Ye  halt  and  ye  lame  ; 
Submit  to  the  Gofpel 
Upon  its  own  terms, 
Or  you'll  burn  forever, 
Like  poor  dying  worms* 

2  We  read  of  a  rich  man, 
And  a  beggar  likewife  ; 
The  beggar  he  died, 

And  attain' d  to  the  prize  ;     , 
The  rich  man  he  died, 
And,  to  his  fad  furprife, 
In  hell  he  awaken'd 
And  did  lift  up  his  eyes. 

3  Seeing  Abrah'm  afar  off, 
In  the  regions  above, 
And  Lazarus  in  his  bofom, 
In  raptures  of  love, 

He  cries,  Father  Abrah'm, 
Send  to  my  relief, 
For  I  am  tormented 
In  pain  and  in  grief. 
A   2 


(     6     ) 

4  He  fays,  Son,  remembe? 
When  you  liv'd  fo  bold, 
Drefs'd  in  your  fine  linen. 
And  bonding  of  gold, 

This  beggar  lay  at  your  gatej» 
Wounded  and  poor  5 
The  dogs  had  companion, 
And  licked  his  fore. 

5  Befides,  there's  a  great  gulf- 
Between  us,  you  fee  ; 

So  thofe  who  would,  cannot 
,     Pafs  hence  unto  thee  : 
Therefore  you  m'uft  lie 
And  lament  your  fad  ftate. 
For  now  you  are  fending 
Your  cries  up  too  late. 

6  He  cries,  Father  Abrah'ra* 
I  pray  you  provide  ; 
Send  one  from  the  dead  : 
I've  five  brethren  befide  ; 
In  hearing  from  me, 
And  believing  my  ftate, 
Perhaps  they'll  repent  now, 
Before  'tis  too  late. 

J;  They  have  a  rich  Gofpel 
That  fpreads  far  and  wide  ; 
They've  Mofes,  the  prophets* 
And  th'  apoftles  befide  : 
If  they  won't  adhere 
Unto  them,  and  repent, 
They  will  not  believe,  though 
One  from  the  dead  wene. 


(     7     ) 


HYMN  III. 

Compofed  ly  a  young  Mini/Ier,  upon  bis  own  €xenlfct 
nubile  he  was  going  to  preach  for  the  Jirjl  time. 

1  vJ  LORD,  I  pray  that  thou  wilt  mow 
Whither  that  I  am  call'd  to  go, 

And  found  the  gofpel-trumpet  loud, 
To  high  and  low-,  to  meek  and  proud. 

2  When  I  before  the  people  ft  and, 
O  Lord,  I  afk  it  at  thy  hand, 

To  chain  my  tongue  in  -fiience  tight, 
If  thus  to  fpeak  I  am  not  right. 

3  But  if  thou  lay' ft  unto  me,  Go, 
O  may  thy  Spirit  fv/eetly  flow 
Into  my  foul,  and  my  tongue  loofe  I 
Then  I'll  proclaim  the  joyful  news  : 

4  Peace  on  the  earth,  to  men  good  will ; 
Come,  all  who  thirft,  and  drink  your  fill  y 
Come,  tafte  of  Jems'  dying  love, 

And  you  mall  reign  with  him  above. 

5  But  if  you  will  refufe  to  come, 

Chrift  w^ill  declare  your  dreadful  doom  : 
Depart  from  me,  I  know  you  not ; 
From  my  fair  book  your  name  I'll  blot, 

6  Depart  from  me  ;  it  is  too  late  ; 
You've  fpent  your  day,  and  fix'd  your  fate 
In  darknefs,  blacknefs,  and  defpair  ; 

And  no  deliv'rance  you  fhall  fliare. 


(     8     ) 

HYMN  IV. 
The  Converfion  of  a  Young  Man  in  Bojlon. 

1  v>JN  a  fweet  fummer's  ev'ning,  as  I  walked 

the  ftreet, 
From  a  neighbouring  houfe  a  found  I  did  meet ; 
I  turned  aiide  to  fee  what  it  might  be, 
And   it  prov'd,  like  Zaccheus,   Come   down 

from  the  tree. 

2  'Twas  the  found  of  the  Gofpel ;  it  reached  my 

heart  ; 
It  wounded  me  deep,  which  caus'd  me  to  fmart : 
The  language  call'd,  Sinner,  at  my  reproof 

tarn, 
Or  your  foul  in  darknefs  forever  mall  mourn. 

3  The  trump  of  the  Gofpel,  it  founded  fo  clear, 
It  fhew'd  me  my  danger,  which  fill'd  me  with 

fear  ; 
My  heart  was  fo  wounded  and  burthen'd  with 

grief, 
I  went  mourning  daily,  and  found  no  relief. 

4  With  anguifh  from  morning  to  ev'ning  I  went ; 
God's  law,  loud  as  thunder,  cry'd,  Sinner,  re- 
pent ! 

The  kingdom  of  heaven  is  furely  at  hand, 
For  the  Spirit  is  paffing  with  pow'r  through 
the  land. 

5  On  the  dark  mount  of  danger,  (nor  from  it 

could  fly,) 
I  look'd  for  efcape,  and  deeply  did  figh  : 
I  was  calm'd  in  a  moment,  my  foul  hil'd  with 
/         peace  ; 

Then  my  wound  it  was  heal'd,  and  my  foul  fet 
at  eafe.  ■ 


(     9     ) 

6  My  foul  fill'd  with  joy,  and  my  tongue  ^jlTd 
with  praife, 
I  vow'd  to  ferve  Jefus  the  reft  of  my  days  ; 
And  God  being  my  helper,  my  vow  I'll  per- 
form, 
And  with  my  dear  Saviour  out~ridc  ev'ry  dorm. 


HYMN  V.       The  Pilgrim's  Song, 

I'M  glad  I  ever  faw  the  day 

We  met  to  fmg,  and  preach,  and  pray  5 

Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  foul, 

Which  makes  me  praife  my  Lord  fo  bold. 

Lord,  keep  us  fafe  while  paffing  through.. 
And  fill  our  fouls  with  meeknefs  too  1 
Redeeming  grace,  that  plealing  fongj 
We'll  fmg  as  we  do  pais  along. 

I  hope  to  praife  him  when  I  die, 
And  fhout  falvation  as  I  fly, 
Sing  Glory,  glory,  through  the  air, 
Meet  all  my  Father's  children  there. 


HTMN  VI.        We'iphg  Mary. 

XS  there  any  body  here  like  leprous  Naaman  3 

Call  to  my  Jefus,  and  he'll  draw  nigh. 

Is  there  any  body  here  like  blind  Bartimeus  ? 

Call,  &c. 
O  glory,  glory,  Alleluia, 
Glory  be  to  God  who  rules  on  high  I 


(  re  ) 

2  Is  there  any  body  here  like  doubting  Thomas  ? 

Call,  Sec. 
Is  there  any  body  here  like  finking  Peter  ? 
Call,  &c. 
O  glory,  &c. 

3  Is  there  any  body  here  like  praying  Hannah  ? 

Call,  &c. 
Is  there  any  body  here  like  weeping  Mary  > 
Call,  ice. 
O  glory,  Sec. 


HTMN  VII. 

Precious  Pronufes. — 2  Peter,  iii.  4. 

1  il  O  W  firm  a  foundation,  ye  faints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  he  fay  than  to  you  he  hath  faid, 
You,  who  unto  Jefus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  ficknefs,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  fea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  fhall  thy  ftrength 

ever  be." 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee  ;  O  be  not  difmay'd  ; 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  itiil  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  Itrengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  caufe  thee 

to  liand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  got 
The  rivers  of  wo  fhall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  blefs, 
And  fanctify  to  thee  thy  deepeft  diftrefs. 


(  «•  ) 

5  When  through  fi'ry  trials  thy  pathway  fliall  lie> 
My  grace  all-futficient  (hall  be  thy  fupply  ; 
The  flames  ihall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  defign 
Thy  drofs  to  confume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  ihall  prove 
My  fov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  {hall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  fliall  (till  in  my  bofom  be  borne. 

7  The  foul  that  on  Jefus  hath  lean'd  for  repofe, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  defert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  foul,  though  all  hell  fliouid  endeavour  to 

make, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forfake. 


HYMN   VIII.        The  true  Penitent. 


H 


ARK  !  hear  the  found  on  earth,  is  found, 
My  foul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love,  that's  from  above, 
Of  pardon  bought  fo  dear. 

God's  minifters,  like  flames  of  fire, 

Are  paffing  through  the  land  : 
The  voice  is,   "  Hear,  repent,  and  fear  ; 

King;  Jefus  is  at  hand." 


*e 


3  God's  chariots  they  no  longer  flay  ; 

They're  mounted  on  the  truth  : 
The  faints  in  pray'r,  cry,  "  Lord,  draw  near  ; 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth." 

4  Young  converts  fmg,  and  praife  their  King, 

And  blefs  God's  holy  name  ; 
Whilft  older  faints,  true  penitents, 
Rejoice  to  join  the  theme. 


(  I*  } 

5  God  grant  a  fhow'r  of  his  great  pow'r, 

On  ev'ry  aching  heart, 
Who  flncerely  to  God  do  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

6  Come,  lovely  youth,  embrace  the  truth, 

Agree  with  one  accord, 
And  ufe  your  tongues  while  you  are  young, 
In  praifing  of  the  Lord. 


HYMN  IX.       The  Day  of  Judgment. 

1  1  HE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 

That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decreed  from  all  eternity. 

2  But  O  my  foul,  reflect  and  wonder  ! 

That  awful  fcene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  fhall  fee  that  great  tranfaclion, 
When  Chrifl  in  judgment  fhall  appear. 

3  See  Nature  (land  all  in  amazement, 

To  hear  the  lafl  loud  trumpet  found  : 
Arife,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment, 
Ye  nations  of  the  world  around  ! 

4  Loud  thunders  rambling  through  the  concave, 

Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  ikies  ; 
The  heav'ns  a-fhaking,  the  earth  a-quaking, 
The  gloomy  light  attracts  mine  eyes. 

5  The  orbit  lamps,  all  veil'd  in  fackcloth, 

No  more  their  fhinmg  circuits  run  ; 
The  wheel  of  time  flops  in  a  moment  : 
Eternal  things  are  now  begun. 


(     '3     ) 

6  f^u^e  mafly  rocks  and  tow'ring  mountain* 

Over  their  tumbling  bales  roar  ; 
The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 
Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  lliore. 

7  Green  turfy  grave-yards,  and  tombs  of  marble, 

Give  up  their  dead,  both  fmall  and  great : 
See  the  whole  world,  both  faints  and  finners, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment-feat. 

8  See  Jefus  on  the  throne  of  juftice, 

Come  thund'ring  down  the  parted  fkies, 
With  countlefs  armies  of  fhining  angels  : 
With  hallelujahs  fhout  for  joy. 

9  Bright  fhining  dreams  from  his  awful  prefence, 

His  face  ten  thoufand  funs  outfhine  ; 

Behold  him  coming  in  pow'r  and  glory  ; 

To  meet  him  all  his  faints  combine. 

;o  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  fpeed  like  lightning, 
Call  in  my  faints  from  diftant  lands, 
Thofe  that  my  blood  from  hell  have  ranfom'd, 
Whofe  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  ftand. 

1 1  O  come,  ye  blefTed  of  my  Father, 

The  purchafe  of  my  dying  love  ; 

Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 

Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 

12  For  your  dear  fouls,  which  have  continu'd 

With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 
I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  with  me  for  evermore. 
;  3  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water  ; 
No  ficknefs,  pain,  nor  death,  to  fear  : 
No  forrows,  fighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping 
Shall  ever  have  admittance  here. 


(     '4     > 

1 4  But  how  will  fnmers  ftand  and  tremble. 

When  juifice  calls  them  to  the  bar  ! 
Thofe  that  rejecl  his  oifer'd  mercy, 
Their  everlafting  doom  to  hear. 

15  See  juftice  now,  with  indignation, 

Calling  aloud  tor  fiimers*  blood  ; 
Thofe  that  have  flighted  offer*  d  mercy, 
And  crucify*  d  the  Son  of  God. 

16  Depart  from  me,  ye  curfed  fmners  I 

My  face  you  never  more  fhall  fee  -r 
Be  banifh'd  from  my  peaceful  prefence, 
To  endlefs  wo  and  mifery. 

1 7  Each  guilty  foul  then  (truck  with  horror. 

And  anguifh.  throbbing  in  their  breads, 
Forever  doom'd  to  endlefs  forrow, 
And  never  more  to  hope  for  reft. 

1 8  Come,  fmners,  here's  a  faithful  warning  j 

Return  to  Jems  while  you  may, 
For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  you, 
Or  elfe  you  mail  depart  away. 


HTMN  X.      The  Ne<w-Llght. 

L/OME,  all  who  are  New-lights  indeed, 
Who  are  from  fin  and  bondage  freed  ; 
From  Egypt's  land  we've  took  our  flight, 
For  God  has  giv'n  us  a  New  light. 

Long  time  we  with  the  wicked  trod, 
And  madly  ran  the  fmful  road  ; 
A^ainft  the  Gofpel  we  did  fight, 
Scar'd  at  the  name  of  a  New-light. 


(     »5     )• 

3  At  length  the  Lord  in  mere]'  callM, 
And  gave  us  ftrength  to  give  up  all  : 
He  gave  us  grace  to  choofe  atight 
A  portion  with  defpis'd  New-lights. 

4  Defpis'd  by  man,  efteem'd  by  God, 
We're  marching  on  the  heav'nly  road  : 
Loud  hallelujahs  we  will  fmg 

To  Jefus  Chrift,  the  New-lights'  King. 

5  Though  by  the  world  we  are  difdain'd, 
And  have  our  names  caft  out  by  men  ; 
Yet  Chrift  our  Captain  for  us  fights, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  can  hurt  New-lights. 

6  Come,  fmners,  with  us  New-lights  join, 
And  tafte  the  joys  that  are  divine  ; 
Bid  all  your  carnal  mirth  adieu  ; 
Come,  join,  and  be  a  New-light  too. 

7  Your  carnal  mirth  you'll  count  your  toy, 
If  once  you  know  the  heav'nly  joy : 
No  folid  joys  are  known  below, 

But  fuch  as  New-lights  feel  and  know. 

8  I  know  not  any  fet  nor  part, 

But  fuch  as  are  New-lights  in  heart ; 

If  in  Chrift  Jefus  you  delight, 

I  can  pronounce  you  a  New-light; 

9  For  fmce  in  Chrift  we  all  are  one, 
My  foul  would  fain  let  ftrife  alone  : 
No  prejudice  can  any  bear, 

No  malice  in  the  New-lights  are. 

io  Thus  guarded  by  the  Lord,  we'll  ftand 
Scife  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand  : 
Nor  do  we  fcorn  the  New-lights'  name  ; 
Chriftians  are  all  New-lights?-— Amen, 


m 


(  I«  ) 

II  Amen,  amen,  fo  let  it  be  ; 
Glory  to  God,  this  light  we  fee  s 
New  light  from  Chriil  to  us  is  giv'n, 
New  light  will  be  our  light  in  heav'n. 


HTMN  XI.        The  Impartial  Seng. 

1  X  HE  great  God  of  love  has  fhewn  us  the  way, 

And  taught  us  the  Impartial  Song-  : 
The  Spirit  is  come,  and  the  work  is  begun, 
And  we  all  are  united  in  love. 

2  Now  death  begins  to  die,  grace  gains  the  victory, 

And  pride  falls  a  prey  to  the  ground  ; 
We  lift  up  cur  heads,  as  we  rife  from  the  dead, 
And  the  glory  of  God  ihines  around. 

3  Salvation,  we  fee,  for  all  is  mod  free  ; 

The  members  of  Chrift  are  all  one  : 
We'll  march  uniform,  and  with  courage  face 
the  ftorm, 
In  the  battle  our  Saviour  has  won. 

4  United  in  one,  the  race  we  will  run, 

Prefs  forward  in  faith,  without  fear  ; 
Such  glories  purfue,  as  the  world  never  knew, 
Never  will,  till  the  Gofpel  they  hear. 

5  The  Reprover  of  fin  has  fhewn  us  the  way, 

The  Comforter  leads  us  along  ; 
The  book  is  unfeal'd,  Judah's  Lion  takes  the 
Meld, 
And  he  learns  us  the  Impartial  Song. 

6  We'll  mount  on  the  wing,  and  with  ardour  we'll 

fmg  ; 
Our  echoing  voices  are  one  : 


(     '7     ) 

His  praife  we  will  found  on  TmmamielV  ground, 
What  a  loving  Redeemer  has  done. 

7  And  fmce  it  is  fo,  we'll  all  join  and  go, 

And  keep  on  Immannc]':,  ground  ; 

Until  time  is  done,  and  eternity's  begun, 

We  will  all  fmg  the  Impartial  Song. 

8  We  will  then  tune  our  fongs  in  anthems  of  praife, 

And  join  with  the  feraphs  above  ; 
Free  grace  we  will  found  thro'  eternity's  round, 
When  our  union  fhall  heighten  in  love, 

9  Now  let  us  be  true,  cur  journey  purfue 

Toward  heaven,  our  glorious  home  ; 
Frefs  on  by  the  word  Chriit  left  on  record, 
Singing  glory  to  Jems — Amen, 


IITMN  XII.       The  Coronation  of  Chnjl. 

1  \LL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jems'  name  J 

Let  angels  proitratc  fall  ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God., 

Who  from  the  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  flem  of  Jeile's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Ye  chofen  feed  of  Ifr'el's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  fmall, 
Kail  him  who  faves  you  by  his  grace^ 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Ye  Gentile  fmners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  } 
B  2 


(     >3     } 

Go,  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men  and  fires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  fin  and  thrall, 

Now  join  with  all  the  holts  above, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tongue, 

On  this  terreftrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majefty  afcribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O  that  with  yonder  facred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlafting  fong, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  XIII.       The  Chr'ifiiarJs  Warrant* 

JL  HO'  troubles  afTail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Tho'  friends  all  mould  fail,,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promiie  allures  us,  the  Lord  will  provide- 
The  birds  without  barn  or  ftore-houfe  are  led. 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  truil  in  our  Head  ; 
His  faints  what  is  fitting  mall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 
We  all  may,  like  mips,  by  temped  be  toft 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  ihall  not  be  loft  : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide. 
His  call  we'll  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old  ; 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For  tho'  we  are  ftrangcrs  we  have  a  fare  guide, 
And  truft,  in.  all  dangers,  die  Lord  will  provide. 


(     >9     ) 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  (lop  up  the  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we'll  triumph  by  faith  . 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
This  heart-cheering  promife.  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek  we  ne'er  {hall  obtain  5 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftions  our  graces  have 

try'd, 
This  anfwers  all  queftions,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

7  No  ftrength  of  our  own,  or  goodnefs  we  claim, 
Our  trufl  is  all  thrown  on  Jeius'  own  name  ; 
la  this  our  thong  tower,  for  fafety  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

%  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  fhall  comfort  us  thro'  ; 
Nor  fearing  nor  doubting  with  Chrift  on  our 

fide, 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


HTMN  XIV. 

Gofptl  Mlmjler's  Call  or  Comm'ijfion. — From  fever  at 
Scriptures. 

1  1  HUS  faith  the  Lord,  your  Mafler  dear, 

O  ye,  his  fervants,  whom  he  fends 
To  preach  his  Gofpel  far  and  near, 
E'en  to  the  world's  remoter!  ends  : 

2  "  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 

«  Sweetly  the  gofpel -trumpet  found  ; 


(       ?°       ) 

tl  The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 

"  Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

3  '*  Convince  a  world  of  fmners  blind, 

"  And  fhew  them  where  their  danger  lies  ; 
"  The  broken-hearted  careful  bind, 

"  And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 

4  "  Be  wife  as  ferpents  where  you  go, 

"  Yet  harmlefs  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 
"  And  let  your  whole  deportment  fhow 
"  That  you're  commillion'd  from  above, 

5  "  And  as  you  freely  have  receiv'd, 

"  E'en  lb  to  others  freely  give  ; 
"  So  fhall  your  meifage  be  believ'd, 
"  And  many  dying  fmners  live." 

6  "  Mafter,  thy  word  we  have  obey'd, 

(Said  Chrift's  fweet  meffengers  of  peace,) 

"  And  lo,  the  devils  are  difmay'd  ; 

"  Trembling,  they  rlee  before  our  face." 

*}  Oh  !   if  I  had  an  angel's  voice, 

And  could  be  heard  from  pole  to  pole, 

I  would  to  all  the  liiVnine  world 
o 

Proclaim  thy  goodnefs  to  my  foul. 

8  O  happy  fervants  of  the  Lord, 

Who  thus  their  Mailer's  will  obey  ! 
Immenfelv  preat  is  the  reward 

o 

They  ihall  receive  another  day. 


HYMN  XV. ;      Elevation. 

V^'OME  and  tafte  along  with  me, 
Confolations  running  iree, 
From  my  Father's  worthy  home, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 


(  »*  ) 

2  Wherefore  fhould  I  third  alone  J 
Two  is  better  far  than  one  ; 
More  who  fing  on  Zion's  hill, 
Makes  the  comfort  fweeter  ftilj. 

3  Saints  in  glory  fing  aloud, 
When  they  fee  an  heir  of  God 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

4  Though  the  tempter  often  rife 
For  to  make  my  foul  a.  prize, 
Drawn  to  Chrilt,  I'll  run  to  him* 
He  alone  can  conquer  fin, 

5  Gcodnefs,  running  like  a  ftreair* 
Through  the  New  Jerufalem, 
By  its  conftant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  bothv 

6  Sinful  nature,  lurking  vice, 
Cannot  ftoj  the  work  of  grace, 
While  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
And  a  finner  to  receive. 

7  When  this  truth  to  me  appears, 
It  removes  my  doubts  and  fears  ; 
E'fhcol's  fruit  inflames  my  heart. 
Warming  me  in  ev'ry  part. 

8  Then  I  go  to  heaven's  uore, 
A  iking  for  a  little  more  \ 

Jefus  gives  a  double  {hare-, 
Calling  me  a  gleaner  there* 

$  Keaven  here  and  heaven  there, 
Comforts  growing  every  where  j 
This  I  boldly  can  atteft, 
Vor  my  foul  has  got  a  tafte-. 


(       22       ) 

HYMN  XVI. 
A  Word  of  Comfort  to  the  Lambs  of  Chrift* 

i  JDLESS'D  be  my  God  that  I  was  born 
To  hear  the  joyful  found, 
That  I  was  bora  to  be  baptiz'd 
Where  gofpel  truths  abound. 

2  Blefs'd  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 

My  God,  for  what  I  hear  ; 
.  I  hear  fuch  bleifed  news  from  heav'n, 
Nor  earth  nor  hell  I  fear. 

3  I  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  rife  again, 
And  did  afcend  on  high. 

4  On  high  he  ftands  to  plead  my  caufe, 

And  will  return  again, 
And  fet  me  on  a  glorious  throne 
That  I  with  him  may  reign. 
I  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
Glory  to  God  alone, 


HYMN  XVII.        Pride, 


i  In: 


ENUMERABLE  foes 
Attack  the  child  of  God. 
He  feels  within  the  weight  of  fins 
A  grievous  galling  load. 
Temptations  too  without 
Of  various  kinds  a  {fault. 


(    n    ) 

Sly  fnares  befet  his  trav'ling  feet, 
And  make  him  often  hall. 

3  From  firmer  and  from  faint, 
He  meets  with  many  a  blow  : 

His  own  bad  heart  creates  him  fmart, 
Which  only  God  can  know. 

4  But  though  the  hoft  of  hell 
Be  neither  weak  nor  fmall  ; 

One  mighty  foe  deals  dangerous  wo. 
And  hurts  beyond  them  all. 

5  'Tis  pride,  accurfed  pride, 
That  fpir't  by  God  abhorr'd  : 

Do  what  we  will  it  haunts  us  dill, 
And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 

6  It  blows  its  pois'nous  breath, 
And  bloats  the  foul  with  air  ; 

The  heart  uplifts  with  God's  own  gifts, 
And  makes  e'en  grace  a  fnare. 

7  Awake,  nay  while  we  fieep, 
In  all  we  think  or  fpeak, 

It  puffs  us  glad,  torments  us  fad  ; 
Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 

8  In  other  ills  we  find 

The  hand  of  Heav'n  not  flack  : 
Pride  only  knows  to  interpofe, 
And  keep  our  comforts  back. 

9  'Tis  hurtful,  when.perceiv'd  ; 
When  not  perceiv'd  'tis  worfe. 

Unleen  or  feen  it  dwells  within, 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force. 

10  Againft  its  influence  pray, 
It  mingles  with  the  pray'r  ; 

Againft  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  fpeech  j 
Be  filent,  (till  'tis  there. 


(     H     ) 

it     This  niornent  while  I  write, 
I  feel  its  power  within  ; 
My  heart  it  draws  to  feek  applaufe* 
And  mixes  all  with  fin; 
12     "Thou  meek  and  lowly  Lamb, 
This  haughty  tyrant  kill, 
That  wounded  thee,  though  thou  waft  Tree* 
And  grieves  thy  Spirit  flill. 
tj     Our  condefc ending  God, 

(To  whom  elfe  mail  We  go  ?) 
Remove  our  pride  whate'er  betide  *T 
And  lay,  and  keep  us  low. 

14     Thy  garden  is  the  place, 

Where  pride  cannot  intrude  ; 
For  mould  it  dare  to  enter  there, 
*Twould  foon  be  drown'd  in  blood* 


HTMN  XVIII. 

PaUt  1. 

JLjET  us  afk  th'  important  queftion 
(Brethren,  be  not  too  fecure) 
What  it  is  to  be  a  Chriftian  ; 
How  we  may  our  hearts  affure. 
Vain  is  all  our  belt  devotion, 
If  on  falfe  foundations  built  ; 
True  religion's  more  than  notion — « 
Something  mud  be  known  and  felt. 
'Tis  to  truft  our  Well-beloved 
In  his  blood  has  wafh'd  us  clean  : 
'Tis  to  hope  our  guilt's  removed, 
Though  we  feel  it  rife  within. 


(       25       ) 

To  believe  that  all  is  fmifh'd, 

Though  fo  much  remains  t'  endure  3 

Find  the  dangers  undimmiuYd, 

Yet  to  hold  deli  v'ra ace  fure. 

'Tis  to  credit  contradictions, 

Talk  with  him  one  never  fees  : 

Cry  and  groan  beneath  afflictions, 

Yet  to  dread  the  thoughts  of  eafe. 

'Tis  to  feel  the  fight  againft  us, 

Yet  the  vicVry  hope  to  gain  : 

To  believe  that  Chrift  has  cleans'd  us, 

Though  the  leprofy  remain. 

'Tis  to  hear  the  Holy  Spirit 

Prompting  us  to  fecret  prayer  ; 

To  rejoice  in  Jefu's  merit, 

Yet  continual  forrow  bear. 

To  receive  a  full  remiffion 

Of  our  fins  for  evermore  ; 

Yet  to  figh  with  fore  contrition, 

Begging  mercy  ev'ry  hour. 

To  be  ftedfafl;  in  believing, 

Yet  to  tremble,  fear  and  quake. 

Ev'ry  moment  be  receiving 

Strength,  and  yet  be  always  weak. 

To  be  fighting,  fleeing,  turning  : 

Ever  finking,  yet  to  fwim, 

To  converfe  with  Jefus,  mourning 

For  ourfelves,  or  elfe  for  him. 

Part  2. 
GREAT  High-Prieft,  we  view  thee  Hooping;, 
With  our  names  upon  thy  breaft, 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  with  horrors  preit. 
C 


(       *«       ) 

Weeping  angels  flood  confounded 
To  behold  their  Maker  thus, 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded. 
When  we  know  'twas  all  for  us  Z 

On  the  crofs  thy  body  broken 
Cancels  ev'ry  penal  tie. 
Tempted  fouls,  produce  this  token 
All  demands  to  fatisfy. 
All  is  finifh'd,  do  not  doubt  it» 
But  believe  your  dying  Lord  : 
Never  reafcn  more  about  it, 
Only  take  him  at  his  word. 

Lord,  we  fain  would  truft  thee  folely> 
'Twas  for  us  thy  blood  was  fpilt. 
Bruifed  Bridegroom  take  us  wholly* 
Take,  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt* 
Thou  haft  borne  the  bitter  fentence 
Pad  on  man's  devoted  race  : 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance 
Are  thy  gifts,  thou  God  of  graces 


HrMNXIX. 
A  Dialogue  between  a  Believer  and  his  SouL 

i  Bel.  V^OME,  my  foul,  and  let  us  try* 

For  a  little  feafon, 
Ev'ry  burden  to  lay  by, 

Come  and  let  us  reafon. 
What  is  this  that  cafts  thee  down  ? 

Who  are  thofe  that  grieve  thee  ? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worft  be  known, 

Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 


(        *7        ) 

2,   Soul.  Oh  !  I  fink  beneath  the  loaj' 

Of  my  nature's  evil ; 
Full  of  enmity  to  God  ; 

Captur'd by  the  Devil : 
Rejllefs  as  the  troubled  feas, 

Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful ; 
Plagu'd  with  ev'ry  fore  difeafe, 

How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 

3  Be!.  Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore* 

In  the  gloomy  garden, 
Sweating  blood  at  ev'ry  pore, 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 
See  him  ftretch'd  upon  the  wood. 

Bleeding,  grieving,  crying ; 
Suff'ring  all  the  wrath  of  God,, 

Groaning,  gafping,  dying  ! 

4  Soul.  This  by  faith  I  fometimes  view^ 

And  thofe  views  relieve  me  i 
But  myfns  return  anew  ; 

"Thefe  are  they  that  grieve  me. 
Oh  I  I'm  leprous,  wretched,  foul^ 

Quite  throughout  infecled  ; 
Have  not  I,  if  any  foid> 

Qaufe  to  be  dejected  ? 

5  Bel.  Think  how  loud  thy  dying  Lord 

Cry'd  out,  «  It  isfinijh'dl" 
Treafure  up  that  facred  word, 

Whole  and  undiminifiYdj, 
Doubt  not  ;  he  will  carry  on, 

To  its  full  perfection, 
That  good  work  he  has  begun — ■ 

Why  then  this  dejection?, 


(     *8     ) 

9  Soul.  Faith,  when  void  of  works,  is  dead? 

This  the  fcriptures  witnefs  : 
And  what  works  have  I  to  plead, 

Who  am  all  iinfitnefs  P 
All  my  powers  are  depraved, 

Blind,  perverfe,  andjilthy  ,* 
If  from  death  P  m  fully  fav' d, 

Why  am  I  not  healthy  ? 

7  Bel.  Pore  not  on  thyfelf  too  long, 

Left  it  fink  thee  lower. 
Look  to  Jefus  kind  as  ftrong, 

Mercy  join'd  with  power. 
Ev'ry  work  that  thou  muft  do, 

Will  thy  gracious  Saviour 
For  thee  work,  and  in  thee  tQQj, 

Of  his  fpecial  favour. 

$  Soul.  Jeffs  precious  blood  oncefpilt, 
I  depend  an  folely, 
Fo  releafe  and  clear  my  guilty 
But  I  would  be  holy: 
Bel.    He  that  bought  thee  on  the  cro£ 
Can  control  thy  nature, 
Fully  purge  away  thy  drofs, 
Make  thee  a  new  creature. 

9  Soul.  That  he  can  I  nothing  doubt, 
Be  it  but  his  pleafure. 
Bel.     Though  it  be  not  done  throughout^ 

May  it  not  in  meafure  ? 
Soul.   When  that  meafure,  far  from  great. 

Still Jhall  feem  decreafing—~ 
Bel.    Faint  not  then ;  but  pray,  and  waify 
Never,  never  ceafing. 


(       *9       ) 

JO  Soul.  What  when  prayer  meets  no  regard  f 

Bel.      Still  repeat  it  often. 
Soul.    But  I  feel  myfelffo  hard — 

Bel.      Jeius  will  thee  foften. 
Soul.   But  my  enemies  make  head. 

Bel.      Let  them  clofer  drive  thee. 
Soul.  But  Vm  cold,  I'm  dark,  I'm  dead, 

Bel.      Jefus  will  revive  thee. 


HYMN  XX. 

Jefus  ofttlmes  reforted  thither  ivlth  hjs  difciples* 
John  xviii.  2. 

3   J  ESUS,  while  he  dwelt  below* 

As  divine  hiftorians  fay, 
To  a  place  would  often  go, 

Near  to  Kedron's  brook  it  lay  : 
In  this  place  he  lov'd  to  be, 
And  'twas  nam'd  Gethfemane. 

2  'Twas  a  garden,  as  we  read, 

At  the  foot  of  Olivet, 
Low,  and  proper  to  be  made 

The  Redeemer's  lone  retreat. 
When  from  noife  he  would  be  free, 
Then  he  fought  Gethfemane. 

3  Thither,  by  their  Matter  brought, 

His  diiciples  likewiie  came  : 
There  the  heav'nly  truths  he  taught. 

Often  fet  their  hearts  on  flame, 
Therefore  they,  as  well  as  he^ 
Vifited  Gethefemane, 

G  2 


(     30     ) 

4  Here  they  oft  converting  fat, 

Or  might  join  with  Chrift  in  prayer* 
Oh,  what  bleft  devotion's  that, 

When  the  Lord  himfelf  is  there  i 
All  things  to  them  feem'd  V  agree 
To  endear  Gethfemane. 

5  Here  no  ftrangers  durft  intrude, 

But  the  Prince  of  Peace  could  fit, 
Cheer' d  with  facred  folitude, 

Wrapt  in  contemplation  fweet ! 
Yet  how  little  could  they  fee, 
Why  he  chofe  Gethfemane. 

6  Full  of  love  to  man's  loft  race, 

On  this  conflict  much  he  thought ; 
This  he  knew  the  deftin'd  place, 

And  he  lov'd  the  facred  fpot. 
Therefore  'twas  he  lik'd  to  be 
Often  in  Gethfemane. 

7  They  his  foll'wers  with  the  reft, 

Had  incurr'd  the  wrath  divine  : 
And  their  Lord,  with  pity  preft, 

Long'd  to  bear  their  loads— and  mine  j 
Love  to  them,  and  love  to  me, 
Made  him  love  Gethfemane. 

8  Many  woes  had  he  endur'd, 

Many  fore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inur'd  : 

But  the  foreft  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  fuftain'd  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  fad  Gethfemane. 

9  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night  \ 

Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod 
$:ood,  and  wi&  collected  might 


(     3i     ) 

-Bruis'd  the  harmlefs  Lamb  of  God. 
-See,  my  foul,  thy  Saviour  fee, 
Grov'ling  in  Gethfemane  ! 

*o  View  him  in  that  O/ive-Prefs, 

Squeez'd  and  wrung,  till  whelm'd  in  blood! 
View  thy  Makers  deep  diftrefs  ! 

Hear  the  fighs  and  groans  of  God  ! 
Then  reflect  what  fin  mull  be, 
Gazing  on  Gethfemane* 

i  i   Poor  difciples,  tell  me  now, 

Where's  the  love  you  lately  had ! 

Where's  that  faith  ye  all  could  vflw  ? —  * 
But  this  hour  is  too  too  fad. 

'Tis  not  now  for  fuch  as  ye 

To  fupport  Gethfemane, 

1 2  Oh,  what  wonders  love  has  done  ! 

But  how  little  underftood  I 
God  well  knows,  and  God  alone, 

What  produc'd  that  fweat  of  blood. 
Who  can  thy  deep  wonders  fee, 
Wonderful  Gethfemane  ? 

13  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This  through  grace  can  be  believ'd  ; 
But  the  horrors  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vafl  to  be  conceiv'd. 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark,  Gethfemane, 

14  Gloomy  garden,  on  thy  beds, 

Wafh'd  by  Kedron's  waters  foul, 
Grow  mofl  rank  and  bitter  weeds  : 

Think  on  thefe,  my  iinful  foul. 
Wouldit.  thou  fin's  dominion  rice, 
Call  to  mind  Gethfemane. 


! 


(     3*     ) 

15  Sinners,  vile  like  me,  and  loft, 

(If  there's  one  fo  vile  as  I) 
Leave  more  righteous  fouls  to  boaft, 

Leave  them,  and  to  refuge  fly. 
We  may  well  blefs  that  decree,   . 

Which  ordain'd  Gethjemane. 

16  We  can  hope  no  healing  hand, 

Leprous  quite  throughout  with  fin  ; 
Loath'd  incurables  we  ftand, 

Crying  out,  unclean,  unclean. 
Help  there's  none  for  fuch  as  we, 
But  in  dear  Gethjemane. 

37  Eden,  from  each  flow'ry  bed, 

Did  for  man  fhort  fweetnefs  breathe, 

Soon  by  Satan's  counfel  led, 

Man  wrought  fin,  and  fin  wrought  death. 

But  of  life  the  healing  tree 

Grows,  in  rich  Gethjemane. 

j  8  Hither,  Lord,  thou  didft  refort 
Oft-times  with  thy  little  train  ; 

Here  wouldft  keep  thy  private  court— 
Oh  !   confer  that  grace  again. 

Lord,  refort  with  worthless  me, 

Oft-times  to  Gethjemane.. 

19  True,  I  can't  deferve  to  fhare 
In  a  favour  {0  divine  : 
But,  fmce  fin  firft  hx'd  thee  there, 

None  have  greater  fms  than  mine  : 
And  to  this  my  woful  plea 
-  Witnefs  thou  Gethjemane. 

10  Sins  againft  a  holy  God — 

Sins  againft  his  righteous,  law — . 
Sins  againft  his  love,  his  blood — 


(     33     ) 

Sins  againft  his  name  and  caufe— 
Sins  immenfe  as  is  the  fea  : 
Hide  me,  O  Get  hfe  mane. 

.21   Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone, 
None  a  Saviour  more  can  need. 

Deeds  of  righteoufnefs  Pve  none, 
No,  not  one  good  work  to  plead. 

Not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  for  me, 

Only  in  Gethfemane* 

2.2  Saviour,  all  the  (tone  remove 
From  my  flinty,  frozen  heart: 

Thaw  it  with  the  beams  of  love — 
Pierce  it  with  a  blood-dipt  dart. 

Wound  the  heart  that  wounded  thees 

Melt  it  in  Gethfemane* 

$1  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghofl, 
One  Almighty  God  of  love, 

HymnM  by  all  the  heav'nly  hofl, 
In  thy  Alining  courts  above, 

We  poor  finners,  gracious  Threx, 

Blefs  thee  for  Gethfemane* 


HTMNXXI.     The  Stony  Heart. 

1  V^H  !  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  take  this  flubborn  Hone  away, 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  feas  can  roar,  the  mountains  make,; 
Of  feeling  all  things  fhew  fome  fign, 
$ut  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine* 


(     34     ) 

3  To  hear  the  forrows  thou  haft  felt,  . 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt  j 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought !)  which  devils  fear* 
Goodnefs,  and  wrath  in  vain  combine,,, 
To  ftir  this  ftupid,  heart  of  mine., 

|  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  drofs  refine, 
And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 


BTMN  XXII.      Work  and  Contention  ef  Heaven 

X  N  heav'nly  choirs  a  queftion  rofe, 
That  ftirr'd  up  ftrife  will  never  clofe* 
What-  rank  of  all  the  ranfom'd  race 
Owes  higheft  praife  to  fov'reign  grace  ? 
Babes  thither  caught  from  womb  and  breaftj 
Claim'd  right  to  rmg  above  the  reft  i 
Becaufe  they  fecund  the  happy  iliore 
They  never  law  nor  fought  before. 
Thofe  that  arrive  at  riper  age 
Before  they  left  the  dufky  ftage, 
Thought  grace  deferv'd  yet  higher  praife* 
That  wanVd  the  blots  of  num'rous  days. 
Anon  the  war  more  clofe  began, 
What  praifmg  harp  fhould  lead  the  vam  ? 
And  which  of  grace's  heav'nly  peers 
Was  deepeft  run  in  her  arrears  ? 
««'Tis  I,  (faid  one)  'bove  all  my  race, 
«■  Am  debtor  chief  to  glorious  graced 


(    it    ) 

u  Nay,  (faid  another)  hark  I  trowj 

**  I'm  more  oblig'd  to  grace  than  you*** 

«'  Stay,  (foid  a  third)  I  deeped  fhare 

"  In  owing  praife  beyond  compare  : 

*'  The  chief  of  miners,  you'll  allow, 

*'  Muft  be  the  chief  of  lingers  now." 

"Hold,  (laid  a  fourth)  I  here  proteft 

**  My  prailes  mild  outvie  the  bed  ; 

"  For  I'm  of  all  the  human  race 

'"  The  higheft  miracle  of  grace. 

"  Stop,  (faid  a  fifth)  thefe  notes  forbear* 

**  Lo  !   I'm  the  greated  wonder  here  ; 

"  For  I,  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 

"  Deferv'd  the  lowed  place  in  hell.'* 

A  foul  that  higher  yet  afpir'd, 

With  equal  love  to  Jelus  hVd, 

u  'Tis  mine  to  fmg  the:  higheft  notes 

"  To  love  that  waih'd  the  fouled  blots.'5 

"  Ho  !   (cry'd  a  mate)  'tis  mine,  I'll  prove* 

"  Who  fmn'd  in  fpite  of  light  and  love, 

■-«  To  found  his  praife  with  loudeft  bell, 

"  That  fav'd  me  from  the  lowed  hell.*' 

"Come,  come,  (faid  one)  I'll  hold  the  plea* 

"  That  highed  praife  is  due  by  me  ; 

"  For  mine,  of  all  the  fav'd  by  grace, 

"  Was  the  mod  dreadful,  defp'rate  cafe." 

Another  riflng  at  his  fide, 

As  fond  of  praife,  and  free  of  pride, 

Cry'd,  "  Pray  give  place,  for  I  deny 

u  That  you  mould  owe  more  praife  than  I  i 

"  I'll  yield  to  none  in  this  debate  j 

"  I'm  run  fo  deep  in  grace's  debt, 

"  That  fare  I  am,  I  boldly  can 

••  Compare  with  ail  the  heav'nly  clan*'* 


(     3«     ) 

Quick  o'er  their  heads  a  trump  awoke, 
«*  Your  fongs  my  very  heart  have  fpoke  ; 
•*  But  ev'ry  note  you  here  propale, 
*«  Belongs  to  me  beyond  you  all." 
The  lift'ning  millions  round  about 
With  fweet  refentment  loudly  fhout  f 
€t  What  voice  is  this,  comparing  notes, 
*'  That  to  their  fong  chief  place  allots  ? 
■*  We  can't  allow  of  fuch  a  found, 
**  That  you  alone  have  higheft  ground 
"To  fmg  the  royalties  of  grace  ; 
"  We  claim  the  fame  adoring  place." 
What !  will  no  rival  finger  yield 
He  has  a  match  upon  the  field  ? 
*■  Come,  then,  and  let  us  all  agree 
"To  praife  upon  the  higheft  key." 
Then  jointly  all  the  harpers  round 
In  mind  unite  with  folemn  found, 
And  ftrokes  upon  the  higheft  ftring, 
Made  all  the  heav'nly  arches  ring  ; 
Ring  loud  with  halleluiahs  high, 
To  him  that  fent  his  Son  to  die  ; 
And  to  the  worthy  Lamb  of  God, 
That  lav* d  and  ivajtf  d  them  in  his  blood, 

FREE  GRACE  wasfov'reignemprefscrown'd 

In  pomp  with  joyful  fhcuts  around  : 

A  Aiding  angels  clapp'd  their  wings, 

And  founded  grace  on  all  their  firings. 

The  emulation  round  the  throne 

Made  proftrate  hofts  (who  ev'ry  one 

The  humbleft  place  the  right  avow) 

Strive  nvho Jhould  give  the  loivejl  bow. 

The  next  contention  without  vice 

Among  the  birds  of  paradif£, 


(     37     ) 

Made  every  glorious  warbling  throat 
Strive  ivho  jhould  ra'ife  the  h'ighcjl  note. 

Thus  in  fweet  holy  humble  ftrife, 
Along  their  endlefs,  joyful  life, 
Of  Jeius  all  the  harpers  rove, 
And  ling  the  wonders  of  his  love. 
Their  difcord  makes  them  all  unite 
la  raptures  moft  divinely  fweet ; 
So  great  the  fong,  fo  grave  the  bafs, 
Melodious  mulic  rills  t£ie  place. 


HYMN  XXIII.     Death  of  a  Saint. 

1  Jl  HOSE  perfons  are  happy  who  die, 

Enjoying  their  Saviour's  rich  love, 
Bright  angels  their  ipirits  convey 
To  happieft  manfions  above, 

2  The  foul  of  our  lifter's  took  flight, 

And  bid  a  farewel  to  her  pains  ; 
She's  now  in  the  regions  of  light, 
And  with  her  dear  Saviour  remains. 

3  Her  years  on  this  earth  were  but  few, 

But  Jeius  had  taught  her  to  pray  , 
And  Jems,  her  Saviour,  me  knew, 
Before  flic  was  fummon'd  away. 

4  She  frequently  long'd  to  be  gone, 

To  join  the  blei's'd^fpirits  above  : 
To  lit  on  lmmanuel's  throne, 

And  feel  all  the  tranfports  of  love. 

5  "  Come,  Jefus,  come  quickly,"  fhe  cry'd, 

And  then  to  the  world  bade  adieu, 
D 


(     3«     ) 

Then,  then'  with  compofure  fhe  dy'd, 
And  into  Chrifl's  bofom  fhe  flew. 

Amidft  a  bright  hoft  {lie  now  fbtnes, 
Enthron'd  in  the  kingdom  of  God  ; 

And  with  her  dear  Jefus  fhe  reigns, 
And  fings  to  the  praife  of  his  blood. 

HTMN  XXIV.     The  Omnifcience  of  Chrif„ 

J  ESUS,  thou  omnifcient  Saviour, 

Known  to  thee  is  all  I  do, 
Ail  my  thoughts,  and  words,  and  Mont 

Lie  before  th)r  piercing  view. 
All  my  various  im  perfections, 

Ev'ry  I'm,  and  ev'ry  fear  ; 
'es, — my  very  fecret  evil 

Doth  before  thy  face  appear. 

\  et,  O  Lord,  thou  know'ft  I  love  thee  ; 

Lr.ve  thy  name,  and  love  thy  caufe  j 
Lf&t  the  found  of  thy  rich  gofpel, 

Dearly  love  thy  glorious  laws. 
;  ove  to  fear  thee,  love  to  ferve  thee  ; 
Love  to  fing  thy  matchlefs  fame  ; 
L  ve  fincerely  all  thy  peopje  ; 
Love  thy  faints  of  ev'ry  name. 
i-s,  wnen  I  view  thy  kindnefs, 
[  low  I  wonder  and  adore  ! 
■  t  my  wonder  much  increafes, 

hat  I  love  my  Lord  no  more* 
thou  merciful  Redeemer, 
nAp  me  more  thy  name  to  love  / 
•<   thee  with  interne  aiteclion  ; 
^«>  th-  f^hits  above. 


(     39     ) 

HTMN  XXV.      The  Coming  Sinner 

W  HEN  a  guilty  Tinner's  flying 

To  a  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Satan  will  be  fiercely  trying 

To  obftrii'ft  his  way  to  God. 
How  he'll  ftrive  the  man  to  harden, 

By  fuggelting  to  his  mind, 
That  for  him  there  is  no  pardon, 

That  no  mercy  he  mall  find. 
But  no  furious,  raging  devil' 

E'er  fhall  fruftrate  Jefus'  grace  ; 
His  rich  blood  removes  all  evil, 

And  the  fmner  he'll  embrace. 
Yes — the  tender-hearted  Saviour 

Will  his  mighty  pow'r  exert, 
And  reveal  forgiving  favour 

To  the  fmner 's  trembling  heart. 
Hear  the  Lord  on  Calv'ry  crying, 

"  See,  ye  fmners,  fee  my  blood  I 
11  See  thy  great  Redeemer  dying  ; 

"  See  thy  loving,  pard'ning  God. 
"  See  my  bowels  of  companion 

"  Yearn  o'er  ev'ry  troubled  mind, 
"  See,  O  fee  thy  great  falvation  ! 

"  See,  believe,  and  mercy  find  !" 


HTMN  XXVI.     The  Pilgrims'  parting  fo^. 

I  ILGRIMS,  with  pleafure  let  us  part, 
Since  we  are  all  bound  up  hi  heart  ; 
No  length  of  days,  nor  difcant  fpace 
Can  ever  break  thefe  bands  of  grace. 


(     4°     ) 

2  Parting  with  joy  we'll  join  to  flag 
The  wonders  of  our  bleeding  King  ; 
Our  diftant  bodies  may  remove, 
But  nothing  ihall  divide  our  love. 

3  In  vain  may  earth  and  hell  combine 
To  quench  that  love  which  is  divine  ; 
It  will  not  ceafe  with  dying  breath, 
Nor  cool  when  we  are  cold  in  death. 

4  And  now  in  love  with  Jems'  name 
Let  bodies  part  to  fpeed  his  fame, 

;    That  other  fouls  may  leave  their  wq, 
And  fhare  with  us  in  glory  too. 

5  And  O,  a  few  more  days  or  years 
Shall  bring  a  period  to  our  tears  ! 
And  we  {hall  reach  the  blifsful  more, 
Where  parting  hours  are  known  no  more. 

6  There  lhall  our  fouls  adore  the  hand, 
That  led  us  through  this  defert  land  ; 
Lofe  all  our  griefs,  forget  our  pains, 
And  join  in  everlafting  ftrains. 


HTMN  XXVIL     The  Mefiah  is  com. 

1  HE  Prince  of  Peace  is  come, 
And  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  ; 
Whoever  finds  him  room, 
He'll  take  their  guilt  away. 
Ye  fouls  diftrefs'd 
In    him  believe, 
And  you  mail    live 
Forever  bleft. 


(     4'      ) 

2  This  is  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Who  freely  fpills  his  blood, 
To  bear  the  firmer  s  ihame, 
And  bring  them  home  to  God  ; 

Unbounded  grace 
To  fmners  giv'n, 
And  foon  in  heav'n 

Immortal  blifs. 

3  Sinners,  receive  his  love, 
And  let  your  fouls  rejoice, 
A  crown  of  life's  above, 
For  all  that  hear  his  voice. 

O  flee  from  hell ; 

Enjoy  his  love  ; 

In  realms  above 
Forever  dwell. 

4  O  God,  my  foul  dived 
Of  ev'ry  pow'r  but  thine, 
Thy  love  mail  make  my  bread 
A  kingdom  all  divine. 

When  time  is  o'er 

O  let  me  be 

Wrapt  up  in  thee 
Forevermore. 


HYMN  XXVIII.     The  awakened  Si 


O 


AM  I  born  to  die, 
With  an  immortal  foul  ? 
All  !   hurry'd  to  eternity, 
As  fwift  as  time  can  roll. 
I  tuft  begin  to  fse  ; 
Ah  !  Lord,  what  (hall  I  do  ? 

D    2 


(      4*       ) 

How  fhall  a  wretched  fmner  flee 
From  everlafting  wo  ? 

3  I  dare  no  longer  flay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  of  hell ; 
Yet  how  to  go  or  find  the  way 
To  Chrift,  I  cannot  tell. 

4  They  fay  that  he  is  kind, 
And  pities  dying  men  ; 

But  how  fhall  I  this  Jefus  find  ? 
O  tell  me  where  or  when. 

5  They  fay  he  don't  deny 
The  trembling  foul's  requeft  ; 

And  thofe  who  on  his  word  rely 
Have  found  immediate  reft. 

6  O  Lord,  though  I  am  vile, 
Receive  me  as  I  am  ; 

Let  heav'n's  immortal  goodnefs  fmile 
On  me,  through  Chrift  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  XXIX. 

A  j/jort  addrejs  to  real  Chriflians,  nv'ith  a  fet» 
thoughts  on  my  oivn  departure  and  immortal  glo*- 
ry  through  Chrift, 

2   JN  OW  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God, 
In  Jems'  name  thefe  lines  I  hand, 
To  cheer  you  on  your  Chriftian  road, 
And  point  you  to  the  heav'nly  land. 
2  When  I  am  gone  and  ye  furvive, 

Make  the  Redeemer's  name  your  theme  ; 
And  while  thefe  mortal  climes  ye  rove, 
The  wenden;  of  his  love  proclaim. 


(     43     ) 

j  Soon  I  fhall  end  this  rapid  race, 

And  tread  your  mortal  climes  no  more 
But  through  Jehovah's  boundlefs  grace, 
Safe  mall  I  reach  the  heav'nly  ihore. 

4.  No  diftant  fpace  to  take  my  flight, 

When  I  ihall  clofe  thefe  mortal  eyes, 
But  in  eternal  realms  of  light, 

Awake  with  pleaiure  and  furprife; 

5  O  what  transporting  feas  of  blifs  ! 

I  then  fhall  fail  with  fweet  delight  I 
There  God  my  lafting  portion  is, 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright. 

6  How  will  the  heav'n-tranfporting  blaze, 

The  pow'rs  of  all  my  foul  employ  ! 
I  foaring  flill  aloft  fhall  gaze 
On  that  eternal  fource  of  joy. 

7  Though  millions  are  the  hofts  above, 

They  now  in  God  are  all  but  one  ; 
And  all  fo  raviih'd  with  his  love, 
They  nothing  know  but  God  alone, 

8  My  foul  fo  raviih'd  in  that  fea, 

I've  loft  .myfelf  and  wond'ring  gaze  ; 
This  God  is  all  I  feel  or  fee, 
I'm  loft  in  his  meridian  blaze  ! 

9  I  drink,  I  foar,  I  gaze,  I  rove, 

O'er  the  tranfparent  fcenes  of  blifs, 
Still  loft  with  wonder  in  his  lore  ; 
My  foul  !   and  what  a  God  is  this. 

10  Ten  thoufand  blazing  realms  of  light, 

Proclaim  their  God,  and  fay,  Amen  ! 
My  foul  Itill  foaring  in  her  flight, 
My  God  is  all,  I  drop  my  pea. 


(     44     ) 

HYMN  XXX.     Sanaification  and  Pardon. 

VV  HERE  mall  we  finners  hide  our  heads, 

Can  rocks  or  mountains  fave  ? 
Or  fhall  we  wrap  us  in  the  fhades 

Of  midnight  and  the  grave  ? 
Is  there  no  fhelter  from  the  eye 

Of  a  revenging  God  ? 
Jefus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  fly, 

Bedew  us  with  thy  blood. 
Thofe  guardian  drops  our  fouls  fecure, 

And  wafh  away  our  fin  ; 
Eternal  juftice  frowns  no  more, 

And  conference  fmiles  within. 
We  blefs  that  wondrous  purple  ftream, 

That  cleanfes  every  ftain  ; 
Yet  are  our  fouls  but  half  redeem' d 

If  fin,  the  tyrant,  reign. 
Lord,  blaft  his  empire  with  thy  breath, 

That  curfed  throne  muft  fall ; 
Ye  flattering  plagues,  that  work  our  death, 

Fly,  for  we  hate  you  all. 


V 


HTMN  XXXI, 
Trujilng  in  Grace  and  Providence* 

AIN.delufive  world  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good, 

Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 

All  thy  pleafure  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  : 


(45     ) 

Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 
Oilier  knowledge  I  difdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanit)  : 
Chrilr,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  flam, 

He  tailed  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  fave  from  enlefs  wo, 

The  fin-atoning  victim  dy'd  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  1  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

Here  will  I  let  up  my  reft  ; 

My  fluctuating  heart, 
From  the  haven  of  his  bread, 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  mould  a  fmner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  ftand  open  wide  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  1  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 
Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  i  i 
This  is  all  my  happinefs 

On  Jefus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 
O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth^  and  height 

And  depth  of  Jefus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  finners  mow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply'd  ! 
Only  Jefus  will  I  k 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 


(     46     ) 

HYMN  XXXII.      Death  and  Heaven. 

t  1JLND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  and  die  ; 
My  foul  mall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 

And  find  its  long-fought  reft  ; 
That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breaft. 
2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  crofs  fuftain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 

And  fmile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  fuffer  on  my  threefcore  years 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come  ; 
And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jefus  bought  for  me  \ 

Before  my  ravihVd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  fee, 

And  trees  of  paradife  ! 
I  fee  a  world  of  fpirits  bright, 

Who  tafte  the  pleafures  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  fpotlefs  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  fufPrings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  hotl  ty  appear, 

And  worfhip  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


(     47     ) 

HYMN  XXXIII. 
Jl  Prayer  for  Serloufmfs^  in  profped  of  Eternity 

1  1  HOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 
To  thee,  againft  myielf,  to  thee, 

A  flnful  worm,  I  cry  : 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 

A  finner  born  to  die  ! 

2  Lo  !    on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas,  I  Hand, 

Secure,  infenfible  ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or  (huts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  my  guilty  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  wretched  heart, 

Eternal  tilings  imprefs  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight, 
To  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteoufnefs  ] 
4.  Before  me  place  in  dread -array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  malt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  fhall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
5  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'nefs  here, 
With  ferious  induftry  and  fear, 

Eternal  blifs  t'  enfure  ; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
'  To  fuffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


(     43    .) 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loll  in  fight ; 
And  hope,  in  full  fupreme  delight, 

And  everlafting  love. 


HYMN  XXXIV.     The  New  Convert. 


O 


'H  !  how  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treafure  above  ! 

Tongue  can  never  exprefs 

The  ivveet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  foul  in  its  earlieit  love  ! 

That  fvveet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  firft  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jefus's  name  ! 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  fmners  adore. 

Jefus  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  my  fong  ; 
O  that  all  his  falvation  might  fee  ! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 

He  hath  fuifer'd  and  dy'd, 
To  redeem,  fuch  a  rebel  as  me, 


(     49     ) 

On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carry'd  above 
All  my  fm,  and  temptation,  and  pain  j 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve, 
That  I  ever  mould  fuffer  again. 

I  then  rode  on  the  fey, 

Freely  juftify'd  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  feat ; 

My  glad  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  1  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  f 
Of  my  Saviour  poiTeiF, 

1  was  perfectly  bleft, 

As  if  fill'd  with  die  fulnefs  of  God. 


HYMN    XXXV. 
Warning  tojinntrs,  to  Jtee  from  the  wrath 

1  VV  ITH  love  of  pity  I  look  round 

Upon  my  fellow  clay  ; 
See  men  rejecl  the  gofpel  found, 
Good  God  !   what  mall  I  fay  ? 

2  My  bowels  yearn  for  dying  men, 

Doom'd  to  eternal  wo  ; 
Fain  would  I  fpeak,  but  'tis  in  vain, 
If  God  does  not  fpeak  too. 

3  O  fmners,  fmners,  will  you  hear, 

When  in  God's  name  I  come  \ 
E 


(    5°    ) 

Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear,  * 
Left  hell  ihould  be  your  doom. 

4  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

O  finners !  come  away  ; 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arife  without  delay. 

5  Do  not  refufe  to  give  him  room, 

Left  mercy  mould  withdraw  ; 
He'll  thee  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

6  Then  where,  poor  fmnners,  will  you  be, 

If  deftitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  fhall  fee, 
And  ftand  before  his  face. 

7  O  !   could  you  fhun  that  dreadful  fight, 

How  would  you  wiih  to  fly 
To  the  dark  (hades  of  endlefs  night. 
From  that  all-iearching  eye. 

S  But  death  and  hell  muft  all  appear, 
And  you  among  them  ftand  ; 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Chrift's  left  hand. 
♦;  No  yearning  bowels'  pity  then, 
Will  e'er  affect  my  heart ; 
No,  I  (hall  furely  fay,  amen, 
When  Chrift  bids  you  depart. 
lo  Let  not  thefe  warnings  be  in  vain, 
But  lend  a  lift'ning  ear ; 
Left  you  fhould  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  defpair. 


,L 


HYMN  XXXVI.     The  Athens  Miftaie. 


AUGH,  yc  profane,  and  fwell  and  bur  ft 
With  bold  impiety  : 


(    V    ) 

Yet  fhall  ye  live  forever  curs'd, 
And  ieeK  in  vain  to  die. 

2  The  gafp  of  your  expiring  breath 

Coniigns  your  fouls  to  chains  ; 
By  the  Lift  agonies  of  death 
Sent  down  to  fiercer  pains. 

3  Ye  ftand  upon  a  dreadful  deep, 

And  all  beneath  is  hell, 
Your  weighty  guilt  will  fink  you  deep, 
Where  the  old  ferpent  fell. 

4  When  iron  flumbers  bind  your  flefh, 

With  ftrange  furprife  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigour  fpring  afreih, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind  ! 

5  Then  you'll  confefs  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  fcorn'd  before, 
No  more  fhall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolifh  tales  no  more. 

6  Then  fliall  ye  curfe  that  fatal  day, 

(With  flames  upon  your  tongues) 
WThen  you  exchang'd  your  fouls  away 
For  vanity  and  fongs. 

7  Behold,  the  faints  rejoice  to  die, 

For  heav'n  fhines  round  their  heads  ; 
And  angel-  guards,  prcpar'd  to  fly, 
Attend  their  fainting  beds. 

8  Their  longing  fpirits  part,  and  rife 

To  their  celeftial  feat ; 
Above  thefe  ruinable  Ikies 
They  make  their  laft  retreat. 

9  Kence,  ye  profane,  I  hate  your  ways, 

I  walk  with  pious  fouls  ; 
There's  a  wide  difference  in  our  race, 
And  diitant  are  our  goals. 


(       5*       ) 

HTMN  XXXVII. 
Compojcd  on  viewing  the  chad  body  of  a  Saint. 

AH  S  lovely  appearance  of  death, 

What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair  ? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  ! 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  ftead. 
How  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burthen  his  mind  ; 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer- in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  fmner  like  me. 
This  earth  is  affecled  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  Qr  fliaken  with  pain  j 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  mail  vex  him  again ! 
No  anger,  henceforward,  or  fname 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

Andpaflion  is  vaniih'd  away. 
This  languifhing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet  immoveable  breaft 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more ! 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceajfes  to  flutter  and  beat. 

It  never  fhall  flutter  again. 


(     53     ) 

5  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  a  lengthy  repofe, 

Have  ilrangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies  ; 

Thefe  hollows  from  water  are  free  : 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  ihall  fee. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe  j 
And  ftill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  , 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  I 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  flefli  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 


HTNN  XXXVIIL      The  Holinefs  of  God, 

i  JEHOVAH  is  a  holy  God, 
His  glorioas  Son  he  gave, 
To  make  atonement  by  his  blood, 
A  guilty  world  to  fave. 
2  His  Spirit  draws  the  chofen  race, 
A  holy  Clirift  to  view  ; 
And  while  they  fee  his  holy  face. 
Their  fouls  grow  holy  too, 
%  In  Holinefs  the  faints  delight, 

While  here  on  earth  they  dwell  ; 
O  how  they  wxeftle  day  and  night, 
More  Holinefs  to  feel. 
4  Lord,  may  we  all  on  thee  rely, 
And  love  thy  holy  word  ; 
E   2 


(     54     ) 

O  may  we  cv'ry  evil  fly, 

And  thy  commands  regard. 
More  may  we  feel  the  cleanfing  grace, 

That  flows  thro*  Jefus'  blood ; 
More  may  we  love  the  holy  race, 

The  happy  ions  of  God. 
May  we,  the  objects  of  thy  love, 

Soon  rife  to  thy  abode  ; 
Sing  with  the  holy  choir  above, 

The  Holinefs  of  God. 


HYMN   XXXIX.     On  the  Myjlery  of  Salvation. 

i  KJ  WHAT  a  glorious  myftery,  wonder,  won- 
der, wonder, 
That  I  mould  ever  laved  be  ;  wonder,  &c. 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell,  &c. 
The  love  of  God  unchangeable,  &c. 

2  Great  myftery  '  ..ho  can  tell  why 
That  Chrift  for  iinners  e'er  fhould  die  : 
That  he  mould  leave  thole  realms  of  blifs, 
And  groan  for  finners  on  the  crofs. 

3  Great  myftery  that  he  mould  place 
His  love  on  t3  qie  of  Adam's  race  ; 
That  my  poor  /oul  ihould  fhare  a  part, 
And  find  a  manfion  in  his  heart. 

4  Great  myftery  I  do  behold, 
That  God  ihould  ever  fave  a  foul  ; 
And  inatch  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell, 
The  greatnefs  of  his  love  to  tell. 

5  Why  was  I  not  ftill  left  behind, 
With  thoufarid  others  of  mankind  5 


(    55    ) 

Who  run  the  dang'rous  finful  race, 
And  die  and  never  tafte  his  grace. 
Twas  the  fome  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 
That  fweetly  brought  us  in  to  taite, 
Of  heav'nly  manna  from  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 
Not  all  the  heavenly  hoft  can  fcan, 
The  glories  of  this  noble  plan  ; 
'Tis  wifdom  from  the  Father's  (kill, 
And  fo  remains  a  myftery  itill. 


/  HTMN  XL.  The  Rock. 

i  VV  E'VE  found  the  Rock,  the  travellers  cry'd, 

0  Ralla  Hallelujah. 
The  ftone  that  all  the  prophets  try'd ; 

0  Halla  Hallelujah. 
Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 

0  Halla  Hallelujah. 
Twas  Chrift  that  fhed  his  blood  for  you  ; 

Sing  Glory  Hallelujah* 

2  Thiscoflly  mixture  cures  the  foul, 
Which  fin  and  guilt  had  made  fo  foul ; 
O  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 

And  wain  in  Chriil's  mod  precious  blood, 

3  O  hearken,  children  t  Chrift  is  come, 
The  bride  is  ready,  let  us  run  ; 

I'm  glad  I  ever  law  the  day, 

That  we  might  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

4  There's  glory,  glory  in  my  foul, 
Come,  mourner,  feel  the  current  roll  ; 
Welcome,  dear  friends,  'tis  known  to  night. 
It  fhines  -around  with  dazzling  light. 


(     56    ) 

5  And  in  this  light  we'll  foar  away, 
Where  there's  no  light  but  open  dayj 
O  children,  children,  bear  the  crofs, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  drofs. 

6  We'll  bear  the  crofs  and  wear  the  crown, 
And  by  our  Father's  fide  fit  down  ; 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  fouls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

7  His  fiery  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endlefs  day  ; 
There  glitt'ring  millions  we  ihall  join, 
To  praife  the  Prince  of  David's  line. 


BTMN   XLI. 

A  Dialogue  between  Saints  and  Angels* 

ANGELS. 

JL  E  happy  fouls,  arife, 

And  blefs  the  Saviour's  name  ; 

Defcending  from  the  Ikies, 

To  your  relief  he  came. 
Jn  cheerful  notes  with  rapture  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 

SAINTS. 
Yes,  in  his  praifcs  we  will  join, 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 

O  ye  bled  Pow'rs  on  high, 

Who  dwell  fo  near  the  throne  ! 

Ye  faw  the  Saviour  fly 

To  bring  falvation  down. 
Will  ye  not  with  us  fweetly  join, 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine  I 

ANGELS. 
Yes,  we  will  with  you  gladly  join, 
To  celebrate  liis  love  divine. 


(     57     ) 

Front  everlafting  days 

His  love  began  to  flow, 

To  blefs  your  fallen  race, 

And  refcue  man  from  wo. 
Ere  earth  was  made  we  faw  it  mine, 
And  wonder'd  at  his  love  divine. 

SAINTS. 
But  now  it  mines  with  brighter  rays, 
And  thoufands  feel  its  healing  grace. 

Ye  heralds  of  the  King, 

In  what  celeftial  way, 

Did  you  on  radiant  wing 

Announce  redemption's  day ! 
Glory  to  God,  was  then  your  ftrain, 
With  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 

ANGELS. 
And  ft  ill,  through  endlefs  years  we  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 

Ye  new-born  Ions  of  grace, 

In  fweet  refponfive  fong, 

Re-echo  back  your  lays, 

To  Jeius  they  belong. 
Tc  Him  who  wafii'd  you  in  his  blood, 
And  made  you  kings  and  priefts  to  God. 

SAINTS. 
Yes,  he  hath  wafii'd  us  in  his  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God. 

Praiie,  everlafting  praiie, 

To  his  adored  name  ! 

The  riches  of  his  grace 

Forever  we'll  proclaim  ! 
Nor  mall  our  grateful  fongs  alone 
Addrefs  the  great  eternal  throne  ; 
For  all  above,  below,  mall  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine  1 


{     5S     ) 

CHORUS. 

Let  earth,  and  feas,  and  fkies, 
Let  mountains,  rocks  and  plains, 
Refound  his  lofty  praife, 
For  over  all  he  reigns  I 
And  all  in  vaft  creation  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 


HYMN  XLII,      The  Heavenly  Mariner. 

T  HROUGH  tribulation's  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is, 

This  ftormy  courfe  I  keep 

On  thefe  tempeftuous  feas. 
J3 y  waves  and  winds  I'm  toll  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  bound  to  heaven* 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  the  fides  break  in  ; 
But  ftill  my  little  fhip  outbraves 
The  blufl'ring  winds  and  furging  waves* 

When  I  in  my  diilrefs, 

My  anchor,  hope,  can  cafl 

Within  the  promifcs, 

It  holds  my  veiTel  fad  ; 
Safely  ihe  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midft  ftormy  blafts  and  fuelling  tides. 

If  a  dead  calm  enfues, 

And  heav'n  no  breezes  give, 

The  oar  of  prayer  I  ufe, 

I  tug  and  toil  and  ftrive  ; 
Through  ftorms  and  calms  for  many  a  day, 
I  make  but  very  little  way, 


(     59     ) 

r       But  when  a  heav'nly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  fail, 

My  veflel  goes  with  eafe 

Before  the  pleafant  gale, 

And  runs  as  much  an  hour,  or  more, 

As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

6       Hid  by  the  clouds  from  fight, 

The  fun  doth  not  appear, 

Nor  can  I  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moon  or  liar, 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks  together, 
It  is  fuch  dark  and  hazy  weather. 

*j       As  at  the  time  of  noon 

My  quadrant,  Faith,  I  take, 
To  view  my  CHRIST,  my  fun, 
If  he  the  clouds  mould  break, 
I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  fee, 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be, 

8  The  Bible  is  my  chart  ; 
By  it  the  fcas  I  know  ; 
I  cannot  with  it  part, 

It  rocks  and  fands  doth  mow ; 
It  is  a  chart  and  compafs  too, 
Whofe  needle  points  forever  true, 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride, 
Thofe  rocks  I  pafs  with  care  ; 
I  ftudioufly  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  defpair  ; 
Prefumption's  quickfands  too  I  ihun# 
Near  them  I  do  not  choofe  to  run. 

10  When  through  a  ftrait  I  go, 
Or  near  fome  coaft  am  drove, 
The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 
My  iafety  for  to  prove  ; 


(     6°     ) 

My  conscience  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

1 1  My  veffel  would  be  loft 
In  fpite  of  all  my  care, 
But  that  the  Holy  Ghoft 
Himfelf  vouchfafes  to  fleer  : 

And  I  through  all  my  voyages  will 
Depend  upon  my  fleerfman's  fkill. 

12  Ere  I  can  reach  heav'n's  coail, 
I  mufl  a  gulf  pafs  through, 
Which  fatal  proves  to  many  ; 
For  all  this  paflage  go  : 

But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'er  whelm. 
For  God  himfelf  is  at  my  helm. 

13  When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 
Though  rough,  it  is  but  ftiort, 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 

And  bring  me  into  port  : 
And  when  I  land  on  that  bled  fhore, 
I  fhall  be  fafe  forevermore  ! 


HYMN  XLIII. 

The  manner  of  the  Watchmen  calling  the  Hours  at 
Hernnhuthy  in  Germany. 

VIII. 

Jl  AST   eight   o'clock,   O    Hernnhuth,   do    ye 

ponder  ; 
Eight  fouls  in  Noah's  ark  were  living  yonder. 

IX. 
'Tis  nine  o'clock  !  ye  brethren,  hear  it  finking  ; .: 
JLeep  hearts  and  houfes  clean,  to  Jefus'  liking. 


(     6i     ) 

X. 

Now,  brethren,  hear  the  clock  is  ten,  and  parting-, 
None  reft  but  ilich  as  wait  for  Chrift's  embracing* 

XI. 
Eleven  is  pad  !    flail  at  this  hour  eleven, 
The  Lord  is  calling  us  from  earth  to  heaven. 

XII. 

Ye  brethren, hear  the  midnight  clock  is  humming, 
At  midnight  our  great  Bridegroom  will  be  com- 
ing. 

I. 

Paft  one  o'clock  !  the  day  breaks  out  of  darknefs, 
Great  morning    ftar    appear,     and    break    ©ur 
hardnefs. 

II.  « 

Tis  two  !   on  Jefus  wait  our  filent  feafon, 
Ye  two  fo  near  related,  will  and  reaibn. 

III. 

The  clock  is  three  !   the  blelTed  Three  doth  merit 
The  bed  of  praife  for  body,  foul  and  fpirit. 

IV. 
'Tis  four  o'clock  !  when  three  make  fupplication, 
The  Lord  will  be  the  fourth  on  this  occafion. 

V. 
Five  is  the  clock  !   five  virgins  were  difcarded, 
When  rive  with  wedding  garments  were  rewarded. 
VI. 
:    The  clock  is  fix  !   and  I  go  off  my  ftation, 
;    Now,  brethren,  watch  yourfelves  for  your  ialva* 
tion. 


(     62     J 

HYMN  XLIV. 
A  brief  defcription  of  the  Children  of  God.       In  a 


Dialo 


sue. 


1  Vv  HAT  poor  defpifed  company 

Of  travellers  are  thefe, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  I 

2  Ah>  thefe  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo!  for  joy  they  fmg. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  fo  mean  ? 

And  why  fo  much  defpis'd  ? 
Becaufe  of  their  rich  robes  unfeen, 
The  world  is  not  appris'd. 

4  But  fome  of  them  feem  poor,  diftrefs'd, 

And  lacking  daily  bread  ; 
Ah  !  they're  of  boundlefs  wealth  pofTefs'd, 
With  hidden   manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,   thorny  maze  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod. 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  muft  they  fhun  the  pleafant  path, 

That  worldlings  love  fo  well  ? 
Becaufe  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Chrift  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
None  other  can  be  found. 


(    H    ) 

HYMN  XLV. 

Eft.  iv.  1 6.      So  will  I  go  in  unto  the  King,  which  is  not 
according  to  law  :  and  if  I  perifh,  I  perifh. 

1  SlNNERS,  expos'd  toendlefs  wo, 
Arife,  and  to  king  Jefus  go  ; 
Your  guilt  confefs,  his  favour  fork, 
And  wait  to  hear  wftat  God  will  fpeak. 

2  Fear  not  the  law  ;  'tis  grace  that  reigns* 
Jefus  the  iinner's  caufe  maintains ; 

He  ranfom'd  rebels  with  his  blood, 
And  now  he  intercedes  with  God. 

3  To  him  approach  with  fervent  pray'r, 
And  if  you  perifh,  perifh  there  ; 
Refolv'd  at  Jefus'  feet  to  lie, 
Sueing  for  mercy  till  you  die. 

4  Like  Either  venture  near  his  throne, 
And  make  your  fupplications  known, 
Tell  him  the  caufe  of  all  your  grief, 
And  he  will  grant  you  quick  relief. 

5  Thrice  happy  fouls  who  thus  addrefs 
The  God  of  love  and  boundlefs  grace, 
Jefus  will  fuch  completely  fave, 

And  life  eternal  they  fhall  have. 


HYMN  XLVI.      The  Go/pel  Plough. 

Luke  ix.  6a.     No  man  having  put  his  hand  to  the  plough, 
and  looking  back,  is  fit  for  the  kingdom  of  God. 

l      V>OME,  celebrate,  with  cheerful  voice. 
The  blefl  Redeemer's  worthy  praife, 
Whilft  we  are  labouring  here  below, 
For  fending  us  the  Go/pel  Plough  ; 


(     64    ) 

a     Which  breaks  the  fallows  of  the  heart, 
And  plucks  the  iiones  from  every  part ; 
The  feeds  of  truth  begin  to  grow, 
Effe&ed  by  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

3  Some  ploughers  neither  know  nor  feel, 
Their  hearts  remain  as  hard  as  fteel ; 
WhiHl  others  foft  are  made,  we  know, 
By  following  of  the  G  of  pel  Plough. 

4  The  hearts  on  whom  true  grace  has  fhone, 
Return  not  back,  but  follow  on, 

And  perfevere  their  journey  through, 
By  following  of  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

5  Yet  fome,  alas !  there's  caufe  to  fear, 
Have  follow' d  on  for  many  a  year, 
But  flack  at  laft  begin  to  grow, 

And  turn  their  backs  on  Go/pel  Plough, 

6  Lot's  wife,  an  inftance  of  the  fame, 
She  looked  back  on  Zoar's  plain  ; 
A  monument  remains  till  now, 

For  thofe  who  turn  from  Go/pel  Plough, 

7  Judas,  and  others  we  might  name, 
St.  Paul  exprefsly  fpeaks  the  fame ; 
At  prefent  too,  we  mull  allow, 

Vaft  numbers  turn  from  Go/pel  Plough^ 

8  Into  far  greater  depths  of  fin, 
Than  ever  yet  they  had  fall'n  in, 
Much  like  the  filthy  wallowing  fow, 
When  they  return  from  Gofpel  Plough. 

9  But  when  at  lali  they  fhall  appear 
Before  God's  awful  judgment  bar, 
To  anfwer  for  their  conducl  now, 
In  turning  from  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

10  Who  then,  to  fuch,  can  yield  relief! 

Their  fouls  o'erwhelm'd  with  confcious  grief, 


(     65     ) 

When  doom'd  unto  eternal  wo, 
For  turning  from  the  Go/pel  Plough* 

1 1  But*there  a  certain  number  are, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  care, 
And  grace  will  keep  their  feet,  we  know, 
From  turning  from  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

1 2  O  thou  !  who  art  enthron'd  above, 
Come,  tie  my  heart,  with  cords  of  love, 
(Whilft  I  am  travelling  here  below,) 
Fall  to  the  glorious  Go/pel  Plough. 

1 3  O  may  thy  grace  me  fanctify, 
And  give  me,  Lord,  a  fmgle  eye, 
In  all  I  act,  or  think,  or  do, 

To  ornament  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

14  And  when 'in  glory  thou  doft  come, 
Thy  dear  redeemed  to  take  home, 

When  thou  haft  brought  them  iafely  through, 
By  following  of  the  Go/pel  Plough  ; 

15  Eternal  glories  to  thy  name, 

Will  be  their  never-ceafmg  theme  ; 
While  glories  crown  the  Saviour's  brow, 
They'll  praife  thee  for  the  Go/pel  Plough. 

1 6  May  I,  among  that  throng  be  found, 
Who  conftantly  thy  throne  furround, 
Beneath  thy  feet  who  proftrate  bow, 
With  gratitude  for  Go/pel  Plough. 


HYMN  XLVII.     Christ  baptized  in  Jordan, 

1   IN  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptift  ftands, 
Immerfmg  the  repenting  Jews  ; 
The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 
Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refufe  : 
Jefus  defcends  beneath  the  wave, 
The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 
F  2 


(    66     ) 

Wonder,  ye  heavens !  your  Maker  lies 

In  deeps  conceal'd  from  human  view: 
Ye  faints,  behold  him  fmk  and  rife,    ' 

A  lit  example  this  for  you  : 
The  facred  record,  while  you  read, 
Calls  you  to  imitate  the  deed. 
But  lo  !  from  yonder  opening  fkies, 

What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  fpread  I 
Dove-like  the  Eternal  Spirit  flies, 

And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head ! 
Amaz'd  they  fee  the  power  divine, 
Around  the  Saviour's  temples  mine. 
But  hark,  my  foul,  hark  and  adore ! 

What  founds  are  thofe  that  roll  along, 
Not  like  loud  Sinai's  awful  roar, 

But  foft  and  fweet  as  Gabriel's  fong  ! 
"  This  is  my  well-beloved  Son, 
"  I  fee  well  pleas' d  what  he  hath  done." 
Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpoke, 

Who  makes  creation  with  a  nod ; 
Through  parting  ikies  the  accents  broke, 

And  bid  us  hear  the  Son  of  God  : 
O  hear  the  awful  word  to-day, 
Hear,  all  ye  nations,  and  obey  ! 


BrMNXLXVUl.  Invitation  to  follow  the  Laml. 

%  JLlUMBLE  fouls,  who  feek  falvation, 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 

Tread  the  path  that  Jems  trod. 
Flee  to  him,  your  only  Saviour, 

In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour 

Own  him  as  your  fovereign  guide  : 


(     67     ) 

2  Hear  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  call  you, 

Liften  to  his  gracious  voice  j 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befal  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice. 
Jefus  lays,  "  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name  :" 
He  himfelf  in  Jordan's  river, 
Was  immers'd  beneath  the  ilream. 

3  Plainly  here  his  footfteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  without  delay  ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  !   your  Captain  leads  the  way. 
View  the  rite  with  underftanding ; 

Jefus'  grave  before  you  lies  ; 
Be  interr  d  at  his  commanding, 

Alter  his  example  rife. 

HYMN  XLIX.      A  B  apt  if  ma!  Hymn,  to  he  fung 
at  the  mater.        To  the  tune  of  Leander. 

1  OUNG  converts  on  the  banks 

Of  thefe  baptifmal  waters  Hand, 
And  praifmg  God,  give  thanks, 

Straightway  fulfil  his  fweet  command. 
They  do  liep  down  and  receive  the  crown, 

Baptiz'd  beneath  the  flood, 
And  as  they  rife,  lift  up  their  eyes, 

Sing  glory  to  the  Three-One  God. 
Go  on  and  now  rejoice, 

But  furely  you  muft  watch  and  pray, 
Join  in  one  heart  and  voice, 

And  all  your  vows  and  homage  pay. 
Let  as  join  and  pray  that  the  Spirit  may 

Defcend,  and  light  around, 
On  high  and  low,  the  blind  alfo, 

The  wifdom  of  the  world  confound. 


(     <58     ) 

Sing  glory  to  our  King, 

Who  has  for  us  led  in  the  way, 
We  follow  on  and  fmg 

Joining  in  one  harmonious  lay, 
To  give  him  praife  to  endlefs  days, 

Saying,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
Praife  to  receive,  by  him  we  live, 

All  glory — glory  to  his  name. 

HYMN  L.     Bapnfm. 

U  YE  blood-wafVd,  ranfom'd  finners, 

Highly  favour'd  of  the  Lord, 
Now  ye  prove  your  love  to  Jefus, 

By  regarding  thus  his  word. 
See  his  wat'ry  tomb  before  you  : 

Hear  him  echo — "  Follow  me  ;" 
For  beneath  the  ftreams  of  Jordan, 

Chrift  your  great  Redeemer  lay. 
Yes — beneath  thofe  honour'd  waters. 

Great  Immanuel  was  baptiz'd  ; 
Out  of  which  he  then  afcended, 

And  the  Father  was  well  pleas'd. 
Love  conftrains  you  all  to  follow 

Jems  to  his  liquid  grave  ; 
Now  look  up,  expect  his  prefence, 

Which  he  promis'd  you  to  have. 
Jefus,  come  ;  thine  approbation 

May  we  gladly  fee,  and  feel ; 
Caufe,  O  caufe  the  heavens  to  open, 

And  thy  wondrous  love  reveal. 


W 


HYMN  LI.     Baptifm. 

HEN  we  baptize,  we  fe^the  mode, 
In  honour'd  Jordan's  fweiling  flood  ; 


(     69     ) 

We're  deaf  to  error's  impious  voice; 
The  way  Chriit  chofe  becomes  our  choice. 

2  Down  in  the  ilream  they  both  defcend, 
And  John  immers'd  the  Tinner's  friend; 
Out  of  the  water  ftraighlway  came 
The  Church's  Head,  th'  obedient  Lamb. 

3  Then  lo,  the  heavens  open'd  are, 
A  Do\c  celeilial  doth  appear  ; 

And  now  the  Father's  voice  is  heard, 
(Speaking-  of  Chrift,  th'  incarnate  Word.) 

4  "  This,  this  is  my  beloved  Son, 

"  Of  whom  i  ipeak,  whom  now  I  own  ; 
"  £n  him  well  pleas'd,  I  am  always, 
u  Becauie  in  all  things  he  obeys." 

5  Now,  ye  believing  fouls,  regard 
Th'  example  of  your  glorious  Lord; 
Walk  in  his  honouv'd  paths,  and,  prove 
How  greatly  his  commands  you  love. 

6  And  now,  O  God,  in  love  come  down. 
And  this  thy  inititution  own  ; 

Shew  to  thy  faints  rich  fcenes  of  grace, 
While  Chriil  the  Lord  they  now  confefs. 


HYMN  LII.     On  Baptifmi  by  Anna  Beman,  $f 
IVarren,  in  Conneclicut,   on  being  baptized. 

1  W  HAT  think    you,  my  friends,  of  the 

preaching  of  John  \ 
Was  it  from  heaven,  or  wa-s  it  of  men  ? 
We  hear  him  declaring  glad  tidings  of  peace, 
Proclaiming  a  Jub'lee,  a  year  of  releafe. 

2  The  lawand  the  prophets  coiitinu'd  till  John, 
Our  Saviour  hath  told  us  when  gofpel  begun  ; 
And  lince  that  God's  kingdom   is  preach'd, 

faith  the  word, 
And  all  men  prefs  in  who  have  faith  in  the  Lord, 


(     7°     ) 

.nl  of  the  gofpel,  the  dawn  of  the  day, 
jice  of  one  crying,  Prepare  ye  the  way ; 
\g  forth  your  repentance,  ye  viperous  breed, 
iVnd  think  not  to  fay  ye  are  Abraham's  feed. 

4  A  new  difpenfation  to  them  he  declares, 
And  preaches  repentance  to  Abraham's  heirs  ; 
The  children  of  Abraham's  natural  feed, 
Found  they  had  no  right  his  baptifm  to  plead. 

5  But  when  he  perceiv'd  repentance  was  their's,  j 
Then  he  gave  baptifm  to  Abraham's  heirs  ; 
Thofe  who  had  been  fealed  to  covenant  things, 
We  find  him  baptizing,  confeffing  their  fins. 

6  He  tells  them  their  Saviour  is  already  here, 
And  while  he's  baptizing  our  Lord  doth  appear 
For  to  be  baptiz'd  ;  John  fhrinks  at  the  thing, 
And  owns  he  has  need  to  receive  it  from  him. 

7  But  when  he  informed  it  was  his  requeft, 
He  freely  baptiz'd  him  as  he  did  the  reft ; 
And  this  inftitution  was  own'd  from  above, 
The  Spirit  of  God  was  fent  down  like  a  dove. 

8  And  his  fweet  example  is  left  on  record, 
Whoever  fteps  in,  they  will  find  a  reward  ; 
They'll  find  peace  of  confcience  &  joy  in  the  fame, 
When  they  are  baptized  in  Jems'  own  name. 

9  The  Eunuch  we  find  was  in  hafte  to  receive 
His  water  baptifm,  when  he  did  believe  ; 
He  went  on  his  way  rejoicing  in  God, 
While  thofe  that  rebel  mud  be  tailing  his  rod. 
io  The  friends  of  Cornelius  who  heard  Peter's  word, 
Believ'd  and  received  the  feal  of  the  Lord, 
The  Holy  Ghoft  fell,  then  their  joys  did  arife, 
And  Peter  commands  that  they  mould  be  baptiz'd. 
*I  i  St.  Paul's  great  converfion  he  found  in  the  way, 
The  light  which  fhone  round  him  exceeded  the  day ; 


(     7i     ) 

Then  he  was  three  days,  neither  drank  nor 
Yet  he  was  baptized  before  he  took  meat] 

12  We  read  where  thouiands  believM  in  a  d; ; 
That  they  were  baptized  without  a  delay ; 
The  houfe  of  the  jailer  believ'd  in  the  night, 
And  they  were  baptized  before  it  was  light. 

13  Forbear  then  to  cenfure  my  being  in  hafte, 
Or  ihew  me  an  initance  where  it  was  the  cafe, 
That  primitive  Chriftians  deferred  the  thing, 

I  anfwer  my  confcience  to  Jefus  my  King. 

14  I'll  tell  you  how  gofpel  appears  unto  me, 
And  pray  to  kind  Heaven  that  you  all  may  fee; 
But  the  wife  &  the  prudent  'tis  hid  from  their  eyes, 
While  the  babes  of  the  kingdom  rejoice  in  the 

prize. 

15  Some  call  it  baptifm  and  think  it  will  ftand, 
A  few  drops  of  water  dropt  from  a  man's  hand, 
In  th'  face  of  the  infant,  who's  under  the  curfe, 
But  we  find  no  fcripture  which  prove  it  to  us. 

16  For  there's  no  being  bury'd  with  Chrift.  in  this 

cafe, 
For  Jordan  or  Enon  was  John's  chofen  place : 
Our  Lord  in  a  fountain,  John  did  him  baptize, 
And  ChriiVs  fweet  example  we  honor  and  prize. 

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ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jefus  name  -          -  17 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  -             -  46 

Ah!  lovely  appearance  of  death         -  -          -  5* 

Blefs'd  be  my  God  that  I  was  born  -  -  a« 
Come,  all  ye  poor  tinners              - 

Come  and  tafte  along  with  me         -  -           -  ao 

Come,  all  who  are  New-lights  indeed  -          -  J4- 

Ccr^c,  ir>y  Ibul,  and  let  us  try            -  -        •  .  a6 


72  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Come,  celebrate,  with  cheerful  voice 

Hov  firm  a  foundation,  ye  faints  of  the  Lord 

Hark  i  hear  the  found  on  earch  is  found 

tumble  fouls  who  fieek  falvation 

a  m  glad  I  ever  faw  the  day  _ 

Is  there  any  body  here  like  leprous  Naaman 

Innumerable  foes  - 

In  heav'nly  choirs  a  queltion  rofe 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptift  ftands 

Jefus,  while  he  dwelt  below         -         -         -         - 

Jefus,  thou  omnifcient  Saviour         - 

Jehovah  is  a  holy  God  - 

.Let  us  aik  th'  important  queftion  - 

Laugh,  ye  profane,  and  fwell  and  burft 

I*Jow  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God  - 

O  Lord,  I  pray  that  thou  wilt  fhow 

Qn  a  fweet  fummer's  ev'ning,  as  I  walked  tbe  ftreet 

Oh  !  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day         - 

O  am  I  born  to  die  - 

Oh!  how  happy  are  they 

Oh  what  a  glorious  my  fiery,  wonder,  wonder,  wonder 

O  ye  blood- wafhjd,  ranfom'd  fmners  -  -         68 

Pilgrims,  with  pleafure  let  us  part  -  -  39 

Pa  ft  eight  o'clock,  O  Herrnhuth,  do  ye  ponder        -         60 

tinners  expos'd  to  endlefs  wo  63 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 

The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching        -         -         xz 

The  great  God  of  love  has  fhewn  us  the  way         -         16 

Tho' troubles  affaii,  and  dangers  affright  18 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  Mafter  dear   .  -         19 

Thofe  perfons  are  happy  who  die  -  -  37 

The  Prince  of  Peace  is-  come  -  40 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty  -  -  "47 

Through  tribulation's  deep  -  -  -  58 

Vain  dehrfiv-?:  world  adieu  -  -  -  44 

When  a  guilty  Tinner's  flying  -  -  -      39 

Where  fhail  we  finners  hide  our  heads         -  -       44 

With  love  of  pity  I  look  round         -  49 

We've  found  the  Rock,  the  travellers  cry'd  -  55 

TV  hen  we  baptize,  we  fee  the  mode  -  -  68 

What  think  you,  my  friends,  of  the  preaching  of  John  69 

What  poor  defpifed  company  -  6% 

Ye  happy  fouls  arife         -  -  -  5  6 

Young  converts  on  the  banks       -  -  "       6? 


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